‘Tis a Gift to be Simple

Here’s Wednesday’s edition of my blessed absence. Thanks to one of my favorite Plurk buddies, Ruprecht who blogs at Frolicky. I can always count on him to keep me on track with one snarky smart-assed comment after another. I even like him even though he (sort of) stood me up on my business trip to So. Cal (something about kids, work, blah, blah, blah. The NERVE!). We’ll this is his get out of jail card. Read and enjoy!
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Rupe’s talkin’ thankfulness here.

And here’s what thanks Rupe’s talkin’ ‘bout, Willis.

… I’m thankful for blinking.

Without blinking, I wouldn’t be able to remove those annoying little motes that get in my eye …

… I’m thankful for my long reach.

Without my long reach, I wouldn’t be able to get to that itch in the middle of my back.

… I’m thankful for sneezing.

Without sneezing, I wouldn’t be able to loose the irritants that lodge in my nose. They’d just build up, y’know? And then there would be a whole new set of problems.

… I’m thankful for tired feet.

Tired feet let me know I’ve been walking or climbing all day … or at least a goodly part of it. Man, am I thankful I get the opportunity to moan about my tired feet.

… I’m thankful for tiredness that vanishes with a simple morning’s coffee and a shower.

Without these, I’d know not for certain that tiredness could ever be vanquished again.

… I’m thankful for splinters and papercuts and annoying nicks.

Without these, the feeling of being whole again would escape my notice.

… I’m thankful for washing machines.

Without them, I wouldn’t know what a prize a clean piece of clothing is.

… I’m thankful for the cold of night. And ability to come in from it.

… I’m thankful for the annoying sound of the paper slapping in the middle of my driveway at 5:15 on a Saturday morn, waking me from a sound slumber.

Without that sound to wake me, I might sleep the morning away and be all the lesser for not getting a head start on the important project that really needs to get moving in order to get completed. (Because we all know things need to commence in order to finish.) Procrastination has the tendency to do that to you, you know.

Do you get the sense there’s a common theme here?

There is.

Simple Things.

And I am blessed to have a lot of simple things in my life. Tons and tons of simple things. Simple things so, so simple, I easily forget them … forget about them … forget that they’re even there. Forget that they’re there to make life worth living. To remind me of how fortunate I am I’m able to do what I can do simply because of some of the simple things in life.

Think about it: You really don’t think about the simple things, do you? You really do take advantage of them, don’t you? That’s okay. They’re “simple”. They don’t mind. They don’t hold grudges. They don’t feel slighted. That’s what they’re there for.

I am blessed with the simple things in my life. They are too numerous to mention. But I’m deeply thankful for them.

Without them, it just wouldn’t be the life I know.

…………………………. Ruprecht ( STOP )