Copacetically Speaking

 

When it's just about as pretty outside as it can be, it's copacetic.

When it quits freezing at night so you can plant the rest of the garden, it will be copacetic.

When you scale the manure pile in your Skechers, throw three pumpkin seeds at the peak of the pile, cover them with manure and tamp them down AND you don't fall down and roll off the pile, that's pretty copacetic. 

When you pick the very first produce from the garden, stick it in a baking dish with olive oil, margarine, salt and a little garlic, and later savor the flavor of those baked asparagus spears is copacetic. 

When first thing in the morning news, you read the insane, vengeful and infantile behavior about far too many politicians ruthlessly and ravenously eating their own, that's surely NOT copacetic. 

When you look out the window and see horses happily grazing on the greenest grass ever, that's esthetically copacetic. 

When you go for an evening drive in the neighborhood and marvel at the radiance and richness of the countryside, it's copacetic. 

When you wake up in the morning and, at last, this day looks like it might stay warm and sunny, you're feeling pretty copacetic about the day ahead especially cuz you're gonna go check out the Farmer's Market again. 

Yup, copacetic can refer to the overall feeling that everything in your life and your day and in the world is in order, but how often does that happen?????

So, you kinda have to glean out the good stuff from the noncopacetic chaff and revel in every priceless individual moment. 

Overall, though, and personally, there's been an a relative abundance of copacetism (is that a word?) in my life over the past 24 hours, so viewing my situation as copacetic seemed appropriate this morning. 

Hope the same is true for most of you.

Happy Tuesday.