Well, it's only new to me. I told a guy at work I really needed a new system. My old E-Machine was on life support - there was too much it couldn't do. He said his wife had a computer sitting on a closet floor, and she was interested in a new peripheral. One quick phone call and we had a trade going. Needless to say it favored me, but it was a generous offer from a friend. I wouldn't have just accepted a computer - it was the easiest way for them to give me a computer without making too much of a big deal out of it. I didn't ask what computer model so I didn't realize just how much an upgrade it was until they gave it to me. I got a Dell Dimension 4600 in exchange for paying for a wireless keyboard and mouse. It's good to have friends.
Coming in from working outside all day, tired, hot and covered in layers of gritty slime - sunscreen, insect repellent, sweat, and dirt - feeling so dirty it's just downright nasty, then jumping in the shower.
Gotta wash off in hot water, even if I'm sweaty - especially when I'm sweaty. I just don't feel clean if I wash in a cold shower, not to mention, it takes forever to get the shampoo and conditioner out of my hair when using cold water.
But after getting clean, turning down the hot water faucet, turning up the cold, first to a tepid temperature, then colder, and feeling all heat leave my body...oh-my-god, pure bliss.
Yes, Gams, that cold-water-finish on a summertime shower is really the best. Pure bliss. And then, to be fresh from the shower, in fresh, clean jammies (or my usual t-shirt and boxers), sliding into clean sheets.....aaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh.
Getting the house clean just in the nick of time before company arrives.
We're going to have a houseful this weekend. My brother, his ex-wife, and the kids are coming; they'll be here before I get home from work today...and I just finished cleaning the downstairs bath, and moping the floor. Hopefully, my other brother can slide out of work and drive in tomorrow too.
Yeah...I know...it's just family, and they could not care less what state of disarray the house is in. It's really just an excuse to bust @ss and do all that cleaning I've been meaning to get done. I swear, if it weren't for company, my house would never be spic-n-span clean!
Waking early before the rest of the world. Seeing the flights of geese flying to/from the fields behind the house. The sounds and their flight patterns make them, for me at least, one of the most majestic of birds. Then an hour or two of absolute silence before anyone else wakes. Before the cars intrude with their noisy exhaust notes. Pure bliss.
This one could have fit in the quote thread, or even the "Getting Wordy" thread, but I thought I'd stick it in here, because this little gem of a thread had sunk to page two.
I read the following quote in an essay on "the pleasure to be found in the simplest rituals of the day" and a term borrowed from the French - joie de vivre - having a hearty, cheerful enjoyment of life.
"Mysteriously, you become enthused by the miraculous spectacle of ordinary life unfolding right in front of you. This gift of instant joy is so much a part of the human experience that even the most cynical among us are not immune to it." ~ Veronique Vienne
I had an ordinary experience that meant more than it should have some time ago. I was leaving my house for work one morning and found that I had three wild ducks in my front yard under the oak tree. They weren't the least disturbed by the fact that I was walking right by them. For some reason it just seemed so special...right after sunrise before the world responded to the days' business - summer so no children waiting on a bus - quiet - still cool - just the ducks and me. I needed to leave but before I could I just HAD to take a picture which meant passing the ducks again, coming back and hoping they'd be patient while I took a quick pic - without the flash so as not to overly disturb them. It had been a dry summer that year and I thought maybe they had been looking for water so I put out some fresh water in a bowl, and bread so they could have a snack, then hurried off for work. Knowing I was going to be late I stopped for a supply of breakfast tacos and pretended that is why I was late. Everyone at work pretended they believed the excuse - mostly because this was the standard - late person brings tacos and everyone pretends it was planned. That whole day went well - but I found that I kept drifting back to the unexpected surprise of ducks in the front yard. Two mallards with their iridescent green-blue feathers, and a hen. I hadn't even see ducks flying around the area and certainly did not expect to have one land in my front yard. To my surprise, they were still under the tree when I got home and in fact they stayed for three days. Then without warning or reason, they just left. My neighbor who had become fascinated watching them splash in the water and snacking on bread saw them go so I know at least they were not chased away. Looking at the picture now, I estimate the trunk of the oak is perhaps three times the diameter it was that day when the ducks showed up. Funny, it doesn't seem so long ago but the size of the trunk tells me my perception of time is off. The ducks and, if they had any, their ducklings and their ducklings are long past yet for no reason I comprehend the ‘ducks in the front yard adventure’ is a persistent and fun memory. It might not be exactly what your author had in mind, but for me, it fits.
You have a good memory! I spotted a little duck in the road on my way to work one day. Chased him down in the parking lot of the area country club (thus the duck's name, C.C.), and gave him to the local animal rescue. Beautiful little thing. Mallard ducks, at any age, are beautiful.
One of life's little pleasures: a day off, pay. Ah, the luxury of sleeping in! Then, puttering around the house, Turner Classic Movies keeping me company. Lunch at my favorite burger joint. Stop by the bookstore on the way home. Then, more puttering. Aaaah, bliss!
Relatives called. A small city near the base was having their annual 4 day celebration. Rides for kids, food for adults, and chances for all the local talent to show off for the home crowd. Sunday's are free and the "crowds" are scarce on Sunday's here so most of the vendors don't bother with the last day, and that was the case today too. I was surprised at how many didn't show up for the last day. Even the local fire department who runs the burger burn wasn't there. I'm not a fan of 4 year olds showing off the latest dance steps - but since that was the only happening we sat and watched the kids try to dance and ate some horribly over priced food. $5 for a funnel cake is criminal - and we paid for three. A bottle of water - a small one at that - was a dollar. A soda was two. Roasted turkey legs - which are a weakness of mine - were $6! The hours today were 12-6 and by 2 half of the remaining food booths were closing including the turkey leg place. I got the last one - really - and they were so happy to be closing they sold it to me for only $4 just so they could leave. Then we watched another dance group, and then the karate kids. By then, the relatives were ready to hit the road and head for the barn so we missed the baton twirlers. And before this sounds too “down”, it wasn’t that bad at all. We visited with relatives we haven’t seen since February, the day was a comfortable 88 degrees, there was just enough of a breeze to keep you cooled off, and aside from being over priced the food was still good. Who cares about football when there’s fun to be had at the city picnic?
Oh, I love hometown festivals like that, Step! Would've have been right there beside you at the funnel cake stand. Too bad the merchants knocked off early, though. Definitely does spoil some of the fun.
One of life's little pleasures.....seeing the grocery store candy aisle stocked with candy corn, "Autumn Mix", and Halloween-wrapped popcorn balls and miniature candy bars. I love this time of year!