I’ve been feeling kind of blah lately, so I’m grateful Thursday was so excellent. Thursday was the kind of day that’s great because it’s made up of a number a lovely little moments, not because something monstrously fabulous happens. Don’t get me wrong: I wouldn’t decline a winning lottery ticket if someone offered one to me, and I wouldn’t pass up a writing contract or a free pair of snazzy earrings if that’s how things went, but I think it’s important to pay attention to the small joys. Here are the everyday blessings I’m grateful for from August 4th.
I slept in just enough to wake up rested but not sluggish. This is a delicate balance, particularly in hot weather when waking up after the house is sweltering really drags down the pace of the day.
It was a sunny 24 Celcius today, which I consider the perfect temperature for a summer day. For you American readers, that’s about 75 degrees on the F scale. A cheerful breeze kept the air from being stagnant or muggy, and also kept the stupid mosquitos in their little mosquito nests instead of out biting folks.
Sherman and I went to the big off-leash park for a brisk walk today, and he was thrilled to be there, sniffing butts and making friends. I had a fully charged iPod, Juicy Fruit gum, and a nifty little water bottle that fits in my new (not dorky) dog walking fanny pack. The sweet speckled one paddled around in the river, raced around in the sunshine, and wagged his tail hard enough to nearly unhinge the darn thing. Exercise all around!
The Electrician came over for the evening, and I made meatballs from scratch (yum) and basted them in apple juice, barbeque sauce, and onions until the sauce reduced to sticky perfection; then we ate them as meatball sandwiches on fresh whole wheat hotdog buns. We also had a giant salad with roasted garlic dressing and campari tomatoes. Fresh veggies never fail to make me think of summertime.
I had to pop out and run some errands, like returning a CD and a couple books to the library and picking up fresh BC blueberries while they’re on sale. On a whim, I checked, and the black eyeliner I yearn for that’s been out of stock for months was finally there. Actually, it wasn’t where it should be, but I found a single pencil by chance tucked in with the wrong brand two aisles over. It was an eyeliner miracle, really.
As often happens to me, I stumbled on a super deal for something I need. I’ve been recently diagnosed with rosacea, which means my face always looks sunburned and reacts badly to many products. I picked up some samples last week of creams with sun protection to test drive, and made up my mind after one goop performed well on my sweaty dog walk and didn’t run in my eyes. Lo and behold, the stuff was on sale at 25 percent off, which is awesome given that it’s a teeny tiny $30 tube.
My sweetie brought me a bouquet.
He’s not the kind of guy who does nice things for applause, or only to put on a show. His is a subtle kind of romance, without any big productions, and it’s always sincere. I was busy folding laundry in my room when he got here, and he simply left my gerberas on the counter for me to find when I ventured back through the kitchen. There was no special reason, which is the way The Electrician prefers to give gifts and special somethings. When I asked him what made him choose the daisies, since he’s usually a mixed-bouquet kind of fella, he said that the gerberas reminded him of sunflowers because they were so huge; since I can’t have sunflowers in the house due to a wicked allergy to them, he thought the gerbs were the next best thing. Sunflowers are my favorite, and I love him for finding me something as close as possible for no specific reason besides love. How sweet is this man?
I’m looking forward to the next few days, when I’ll be seeing family and friends, eating tasty things off the barbeque, and working my gratitude muscles. Life has lots of little blessings, and I’m taking note of as many as I can.
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