Well, as if my perfect day could not get any better…

Not only is the weather perfect, and Canada’s show jumper won gold at the Olympics, but I find myself with a good case of schadenfreude (well, close anyway).

The Mayor just cruised up in his Mid-Life Crisismobile blasting his car radio. And what was the King of Know-It-All, the Czar of Cool, the Sultan of Suave listening to at full volume?

Wait for it!…

BRITNEY SPEARS.

*snort*

To quote The Mayor, when a young person goes by with the radio blaring: “It doesn’t always have to be a parade, you know.”

Oh, how Kelly would have LOVED to see this. How she ADORES a good Mayor sighting.

This week has seen a series of perfect summer days. Not too hot, no humidity, and bright sunshine. If only all summer days were like this!

I’ve been taking these days to sit out on the porch with my laptop in the mornings where it is cool. Our wireless reaches out here, just barely, which is okay for working on blogs and such but not so good for the streaming Olympic coverage. This morning I am watching horse jumping, and the horses sometimes jump and just pause in midair, while the stream buffers… I don’t think that this is actually what is happening in real life (although you must admit, that would make for a hell of a competition).

Another nice thing is that many of our nutso neighbours are not around. Some are on vacation with their wild children, and others are off to work. It’s quiet and peaceful.

The only downfall is that my phone is still dead, and I have work that is waiting for me that I could be doing. It would be a great day to sit outside and work — enjoying the beautiful day AND getting paid. It’s perfect, yes?

If only summer days could all be like this! I would love to have a cottage on days like this, to be able to sit on a dock or swim in the lake or sit in a sunny screened porch and work. I dream of the day when we can all decamp for the summer to a cottage — it doesn’t have to be anything special, but it DOES need to be fully computer-friendly, so we could both work from the cottage. (Also? Possibly sealed against bugs and rodents like my parents’ cottage. Of course, that upgrades the cost of the dream significantly, so you know, beggars can’t be choosers.)

BDH says, when I come up with these cockamamie ideas, that a) we need to talk about my spending habits, or 2) I need to write a bestseller and make a buttload of money. However, I don’t think that’s going to happen.

So I think I will just have to content myself with daydreams. At least they are free, and every summer day is perfect.