If this isn’t nice, what is?

If this isn’t nice, what is?

“The late Uncle Alex Vonnegut, my father’s kid brother, a Harvard educated life insurance agent  in Indianapolis who was well read and wise, was a humanist like all the rest of the family. What Uncle Alex found particularly objectionable about human beings in general was that they so seldom noticed it when they were happy.

He himself did his best to acknowledge it when times were sweet. We could be drinking lemonade in the shade of an apple tree in the summertime, and Uncle Alex would interrupt the conversation to say, “If this isn’t nice, what it?”

I myself say that out loud at times of easy, natural bliss: “If this isn’t nice, what is?” Perhaps others can also make use of that heirloom from Uncle Alex. I find it really cheers me up to keep score out loud that way.”

God Bless You, Dr. Kevorkian – Kurt Vonnegut

“If this isn’t nice, what is?” That is a nice sentiment. Reminds me of my late grandfather. Just something he might have said. It was one of those radiant Saturdays that you had to think: “If this isn’t nice, what is?” This passage was something I’d picked up from some reading a week or so back, while hanging around. *It’s a short read. The thing that got me about it was that often people don’t realize when they are happy. People are happy more often than they might realize.

Alright, this isn’t what comes next (*no hints). But I have a belief that some days are not meant to be spent on the fly. AND I love to write on the fly. That means in between EVERYTHING. Today was such a day and it was lovely. Just lovely. Well… The writing is finally in a good place... actually for a while now. No longer having to lose myself to it/in it. Able to focus without identifying. Of course it took a year to realize… I never needed to. If that makes sense? Needless to say there are more than a handful of things I’ve finished. I’m working to get the Serial piece completed. #4&5 should be up shortly. Anyhow, you know the song… if you’re happy and you know it clap your hands. The next thing will be new. m.