When it's flooding like it's been, happiness is Johnny Cash singing "How high's the water, Momma?"

Rare footage including June Carter, Pete Seeger and Johnny, here. The song, "Five Feet High and Rising", was originally released by Cash in 1959.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Happiness is a chart showing lower carbohydrate vegetable, fruit and nut choices

Happiness is a hobby, the occasional little biddle bottle, exercise and coffee

For when you want just one . . .

People with hobbies are 21% less likely to experience premature death, who drink a little 18%, who exercise 11%, who drink coffee 10%, who are slightly overweight 3%.

The story is here.

When choosing carbohydrate-rich foods, pick the ones with lower glycemic loads, which tend to have more dietary fiber

Happiness is a morning smoothie

Forty grams of banana

not imported from Havana,

Yogurt, flax and berries bluey

all went in my morning smoothie,

Here in Michigan, not Montana.

Happiness is remembering Phyllis Diller

Phyllis Diller in her 40s

Paint, patches, jewels laid aside,

At night astronomers agree,

The evening has the day bely'd,

And Phyllis is some forty-three.

-- Matthew Prior (1664-1721)

America has become inured to the idea of mercury pollution in tuna

Why would you eat ANY?

Happiness is any machine at work

In a watch's fine machine,

The added movements which declare,

How full the moon, how old the year,

Derive their secondary power

From that which simply points the hour.

-- Matthew Prior (1664-1721)

The healthiest apples by concentration of phenols and antioxidants in the skin . . .

. . . are, as reported here:

crabapple

ida red

red delicious
honeycrisp
granny smith

cortland

braeburn
gala
empire

golden delicious
mcintosh
fuji
golden nugget

Happiness is John Pinette saying "Nay, Nay!" to salad, sushi and skiing, among other things

Here.

Happiness is Much Ado About Nothing

Sing no more ditties, sing no mo

Of dumps so dull and heavy;

The frauds of men were ever so,

Since summer first was leafy.

Then sigh not so, but let them go,

And be you blithe and bonny,

Converting all your sounds of woe

Into Hey nonny, nonny.

-- Balthasar, Act II Scene 3