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The Smaller Joys
The Smaller Joys I was thinking about this post driving back through a drizzly Bloghampton town centre this afternoon. I am driving my old car which is very old and needs replacing. The interior lights don't always come on any more, and the passenger side window doesn't quite go all the way up to the top. It makes a seal, but it isn't a snug fit. The car has issues, but it goes well and I have had it a long time. I have just had some new tyres a new radio aerial so I can listen to Al Stewart's "the year of the cat" which is playing as I stop at the lights. (The old aerial fell off a while back, but I could still get some stations so it took a while to get round to ordering a new one.) We have been to some great places together and had a lot of fun. I have chosen the model I want to buy next and have the money ready, but I can't bear to part with him. While thinking along these lines I find myself wondering why a single day, like today for instance, can seem to be taking an awfully long time, while the life of a car, or even a person, can seem to have flashed by almost before we really knew where we were heading. I resolve to take more notice of the small things which can brighten a day. What if you treated every day like the last day of a holiday - something to make the most of and be savoured? There are always things to look out for and wonder at. A motorcyclist draws up along side me at the lights, his slightly over sized bum swelling out above his jeans, pushed up by his weight on the saddle, suggesting a hint of a crack but mercifully covered by superbly blue undershorts. I wonder if he knows he is bulging out there? Amusing.... A pretty girl with ridiculous jugular vein red lipstick is walking across the pedestrian zone on the roundabout. A woman driving cross town gestures, exasperated at a car illegally crossing her path, then sees me watching her and smiles. I smile too. The lights change and I squeeze through a tiny gap between me and a red mini in the next lane, impressing myself with my spatial awareness. Home, I consider the rest of today's work tasks. The will have to wait. I need to check in with the site, see what the blog everyone else is doing. I might have a cup of tea. maybe watch an old episode of JAG and wish I was snuggling up to Catherine Bell's bosoms. Dreamer here. Looking at the smaller joys in life. |
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hello to one of my joys in life. Makes me smile when I see you are back to writing.
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hello to one of my joys in life. Makes me smile when I see you are back to writing.
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My car is a bit old and battered too but it goes well and I love HER!!! There are lots of small joys in life....I smiled at an old dog waiting patiently for his even older owner at my local shop today...when he came out he petted the dog and said " now easy as we go home boy" They could barely walk but you could see the love they had for each other. ~~Anais Nin~~
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yes sometimes we need to as they say " stop and smell the roses", life isn't promise to anyone, we need to enjoy what time you do have instead of being bitter, hateful, and spike to others
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Your car is a "he?" Hmmm...I thought men named their vehicles after women. I enjoyed your wistfulness in this post. Makes me want to look out my window and smell Spring with the orange blossoms that are on my tree...
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My car is a bit old and battered too but it goes well and I love HER!!! There are lots of small joys in life....I smiled at an old dog waiting patiently for his even older owner at my local shop today...when he came out he petted the dog and said " now easy as we go home boy" They could barely walk but you could see the love they had for each other.
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yes sometimes we need to as they say " stop and smell the roses", life isn't promise to anyone, we need to enjoy what time you do have instead of being bitter, hateful, and spike to others
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Your car is a "he?" Hmmm...I thought men named their vehicles after women. I enjoyed your wistfulness in this post. Makes me want to look out my window and smell Spring with the orange blossoms that are on my tree... Yes, my car is a he, I don't know why, and actually the one before was a he too. I know it is traditional to name cars and boats after women, but I have never worried about that - if an inanimate object appears to be growing a personality, I just call it as it seems.
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