I'm at the library. I've been kicked out of my apartment by two very well-intentioned carpet cleaners who decided to start cleaning as I was still running out the door (literally, machines were running the second they hit carpet) so I wound up here - the Kalamazoo Public Library. Which I love, for multiple reasons. A - there's life here. All kinds of people. Mother's with babies and screaming toddlers (he wants peanut butter - now!), people doing research (studiously pouring over old newspapers and microfilm - I love microfilm. I feel like a detective when I get to put it into the machine and flip past everything, so very cool.), people surfing the net (gotta love free WiFi), people actually reading (I know!), and people just getting in out of the cold. When I sat down on the main floor to look at some books I'd gathered, I noticed a table of 4 men in front of me. They had magazines out but they weren't really reading it seemed. And one of them, the youngest looking one, grunted loudly every minute or so. Pretty soon they all got up, gathered their bags and coats and headed for outside. I noticed that the oldest looking man stopped to help the youngest zip up his coat. And this was all done without a word. It's amazing what you see at the library. Love - who would have guessed. God must have wanted to show off a little this morning;-)
I'm doing some research for a friend who's writing a book, on happiness. I've found a book and it's all about what makes us happy and why. So here's my question - who out there, either in Kabul or Kalamazoo, is happy? Let me know:-)