The Pleasure of Cream Of Wheat

I suppose that we get so wrapped up in our crap... that we may or may not forget the simplest of treats. I have been caring for Walt post surgery and when sampling a 3 ounce bowl of cream of wheat, I actually saw his eyes roll back in his head with pleasure. It has been over a week on clear fluids for him, quite a journey for the both of us. For him, incredibly stressful mentally, and unfortunatley painful physically. For me, more abnormal behavior, surroundings, etc, you know the drill. It occured to me how easy it is to lose track of simple pleasures in life, dwelling mostly on the crap sandwiches you are being served. I am speaking mainly for myself of course. What a mess life has been. I had a little foot stomping tantrum late this afternoon. Complete with yelling about when I would ever get a damn break. This happened when I was told that our jeep lost its transmission today. That so sucks. As I stomped off in a huff I chose to remember the look on Walts face while eatting the covetted ramikin of hot cereal, instead of the vision of that sad face having to tell me more bad news.

I hid out in the shop sticking a bazillion peg bars into the pegboard for thread cones. It was then the lightbulb went off. Man I love that lightbulb. I havent been able to quilt in a month now. No sewing of any kind during this difficult move. I havent so much as perussed a quilting magazine, nor even gotten onto my studio computer that holds all that yummy quilty stuff. Yep yep yep... no fabric fondling of any kind but look at what I'm doing... I'm dressing the shop, Im unpacking and handling my shop tools, fabrics and threads, and I found comfort in this. Much like Walts Cream Of Wheat, it was a simple, much needed pleasure. I recalled my happy attitude change when I found a quilt shop a few days ago while we were STUCK in Fresno for so long awaiting post op visit. I made yo yos until I couldnt see straight, just to have a little happy place thrill going on. Frankly, I would have gone shoe shopping but I had to be close to my patient.

I have decided that I will take that simple pleasure... every single one I can get my hands on to get me through all of the crap sandwiches along the way. There is still plenty of good around and its the teeniest of things nowadays that I tend to grasp onto and revel in.

So my friends... ya got any teeny pleasures that you may or may not take for granted? I asked a friend of mine this evening, ya know what she said? The potato peeler tool she cant live without! LOLOL How teeny is that? I am currently making a list of simple insignificent pleasures. I'l l put it in my pocket and whip that baby out the next time I am on the verge of a 6 year old temper tantrum.