At various times of my life I have had the distinct feeling that life is good. At this very time I have that blessed feeling that life could not possibly be any better for us.
Take f.e.x the day today. We have gone to vote for a future government in Canada. And was I ever positively surprised when I was handed a simple piece of paper with the names of the candidates printed. No fancy voting machines that would swallow a computer-readable voting ballot. Just a card-board box with a slot on the top to slip the folded paper into. This is all proven old-fashioned voting procedure. Not possible to manipulate by foreign powers. The ladies guarding the place all know my name. Didn't even want to see my ID.
Yes, life is good in Canada.
Also, our house is warm. We are prepared for a Canadian Winter. And next spring we will see new grass and fresh flowers bloom.
We are all healthy and enjoy every-day walks with Dixie along a lonely beach or a shielded forest trail.
On a day like this I block out what happens in the world. I know the Kurds are now getting slaughtered by Turkish military, because the American moron made the wrong decision. I know that poor immigrants are fighting for finding a better life in many places around the globe.
But I can block out those thoughts for a day or two. I listen to my favorite music, enjoy the company of my wife and my dog.
Yes, life is good!