Harold was browsing the internet trying to find a large mouth funnel to put the sausage into the food saver bags without touching the part that had to be sealed. “Why don’t you just cut the bottom out of a solo cup?” I asked.
“That
might just work,” he said. Sometimes the simple solution is staring you in the
face, but until you use your imagination, you don’t see it.
We’ve
made some home improvements that will make upkeep and cleaning simpler. It
couldn’t have come at a better time with my cleaning lady taking off the entire
month of June.
Although
we contracted the work, things were a little topsy turvy during the
renovations. The bathrooms weren’t too much work, but emptying the bedroom for
the hardwood was a different story.
During
the process of going through things, I filled my dumpster. I was in a “love it
or toss it” phase, and I rid myself of a lot of clutter. Still, you can’t just
throw away everything, so we still have a lot of inventory. So far, I’ve not
put much back in the drawers that were previously crammed full. I haven’t put
anything on top of the dresser except a lamp and a clock. I love the sleek bare
look. I suppose I’ll eventually put some of the photos and keepsakes back on
it, but I’m in no hurry.
I’ve
always cherished the simple moments in life. Most of my life was simple out of
necessity, but that was perfect for me. I never had any delusions of being
wealthy, and I never craved it. Jim used to want to win the lottery, but I
figured it would just mess up my life. It worked out for us. I never bought any
tickets, and he never won more than $750.
We enjoyed
our road trips, camp outs, hiking in the Rockies, drinking coffee at Café du
Monde, strolling through Old Town Albuquerque, or catching a show in Branson.
We were just as happy having friends over to play music in our living room, or
spending a day at Truman Dam. We loved spending time with family. After all,
the basic happiness in life is spending time with the people you love.
My
sister-in-law recently posted a photo of Jim and me that I had never seen. The
photo is a little blurry, but I can tell that I’m wearing a sweater that I bought
at the Goodwill store in Oregon while we were visiting family. I always
underestimated how cold it was going to be and usually had to supplement the summer
clothes I took with me. We didn’t just run into a department store and buy
clothes—we went to the Goodwill, garage sales, or thrift stores. That was okay
with me. If I could score a sweater for fifty cents or jeans for a dollar, it
was a simple pleasure.
My idea
of a life well lived is one with minimal drama, envy, greed, or stress. I am
filled with gratitude for the amazing people who have influenced me throughout
my lifetime. I remember so many good times I spent with my precious family
and friends who have left this world for their final reward. In my memories,
the days spent with my loved ones are the red-letter days that time, distance,
or death cannot erase.
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