Heart Strings & Imminent Death

I went to the doctor the other day, and he told me that my blood pressure was "dangerously high".  This is not a phrase any human being wants to hear.  I tried to explain that the two previous days were not "normal" in the sense that many emotionally taxing had recently happened, so I was VERY wound up.  Angry, depressed, anxious, worried ... all of the above.  As it turns out, NOT a great time to get one's blood pressure taken.

In the spirit of releasing some of the toxins which make me an angry bitch, here comes of a list of things which make me happy:

• Triscuits and Cheese.  Perfection is an unbroken, perfectly square Triscuit with gouda, but the general idea of these two foods together essentially creates a food group for me.  This is the quintessential comfort food for me. 
• Playing the guitar.  I used to be really good - could play almost anything - and then I quit.  So I'm learning again, and my fingers are a blistered fucking mess.  BUT!!  It feels good to make music, even if it's not perfect.  (The down side is that I'm typing with those blisters right now, but eventually they will become callouses, so ... still positive.)
• A farmer who lives in the middle of nowhere who is teaching me much-needed patience, something at which I am infamously TERRIBLE.
• Cover songs.  Who knew that there are so many amazing cover songs out there which are sometimes even better than the original?!  Examples:  Ray Lamontagne's "Crazy", Ryan Adams' "Wonderwall", Bastille's "No Scrubs", Perfect Circle's "Imagine", Johnny Cash's "Hurt" ... the list goes on and on.
• Chuck Klosterman.  Yesterday I was reading "I Wear the Black Hat", and he said to me, "Once you realize you can't control how you feel, it's impossible to believe any of your own opinions."  Amen, sir.  (Plus, Chuck has no filter and he talks about music as if it's a religion.)
• Deadpool.  "Happy International Women's Day!"
• Mimosas.  (No explanation needed there.)
• Eddie Vedder's voice.  Listening to him is like taking a warm bath in words.  His voice is haunting and beautiful and makes my ovaries ache.  He has me in the palm of his hand as soon as he opens his mouth.
• Summer Hours.  I love walking up, lying in bed, making some coffee and breakfast, and then getting back INTO bed, just because I can.  Having no schedule is lazy and decadent.
• My garden ... BEFORE all the crabgrass moved in.  (Now I try to avoid eye contact with the backyard, because it makes me feel like I need to go pick weeds.)

That's enough happiness for now.  Perhaps more to come.