Another Day, Another Dollar

Today was  a good day.

For the second day in a row I followed a witch to work.  An apparent witch I should day. Maybe I shouldn't assume, but with "protected by witchcraft" bumper stickers and the like on the back of her vehicle, then maybe its safe to assume. It was weird because of the location of my job.  It's kind of off the beaten path and not really around much, so it was strange that I followed her for 15 minutes to the same exact location.  Anyway, I couldn't help but wonder about how the heck witchcraft could protect her.  Does she know who she serves?

I got a raise today at work.  I've been anticipating it for a while, so it was a relief when I laid eyes on my paycheck.  My feet felt a little lighter for the rest of the day.  It wasn't as much as I had been hoping for, but I am thankful all the same.  Every little bit counts.

There are many songs in my life that stir up feelings of nostalgia and "Don't stop believing" is one of them.  It came on the radio about halfway through the day and my mind was in another world.  A few years ago, I spent the weekend in Philadelphia with a couple of friends.  After dinner and wondering through the art galleries, we found our way into The Plough and The Stars, an Irish pub, located in old city Philadelphia.  It was cold and rainy out so we got a little table near the fireplace and started playing some cards.  People kept looking at us strange as if to remind us we were in a bar.  I guess most people don't play cards in a bar, they drink.  Drown out their worries and live the good life.  As the night went on, this place got packed.  It was hard to walk and people were crowded all around each other, shoulder to shoulder, as many bars are on a friday night.  But we were still there, nestled at our little table, our own little pocket of peace.  The Dj that they had was playing good music, but I'll never forget when he played that Journey song.  The whole bar stopped their conversations and began to sing along.  It was a thunderous sound, with hundreds of people singing their hearts out.  We couldn't help but sing along.  I got shivers because it was such an epic moment of unity. In a bar.  Every time I hear that song, I am in that bar, singin along.

This evening I went to dinner with some dear friends of mine.  We tasted of some find mexican food and conversed about money and dreams.  We talked about how money doesn't make us happy and how we don't want to spend our lives living for money,  so that we can die rich.  It's not worth it.  Life is too short, my friends.  Too short to spend it on worthless things that are fading away.

Yep, today was a good day.