I am made very happy by very trifling things. To wit:
Elizabeth Arden’s Eight Hour Cream. It makes my chapped lips unchapped in approximately five minutes. It comes in a tiny glass jar that is the same tiny glass jar it has come in since approximately forever. You can also get it in a sad plastic tube but WHY?
Tiny glass jars. I would like to accumulate a collection of old glass jars that were once filled with cold cream and pomade and powders and were used by women, who, I like to imagine, were Great Women of Letters. I would like to keep these artfully scattered on the bathroom vanity, as though my own home were inhabited by a Great Woman of Letters of yesteryear and has been frozen in a more fabulous time.
Animatronic Dinosaurs. Every day can be Dinosaur Day, it is true, it is true! You just have to believe in the power of Dinosaurs and make it so! Today I said “if there is one thing we accomplish tonight, I would like it to be a trip on the Jurassic Park in the Dark ride.” And my wish came true! Granted, Nikki and I were already at Universal Studios, which did perhaps enable my dream in becoming reality, but I feel that this doesn’t take away from the message of hope I am trying to convey here. That message being: Dinosaurs! They’re secretly always with you! Even if they’re only animatronic, or only in your heart.













