A friend gave me a thank you gift after I provided them with food post-op. I never know whether to send a thank you note for a thank you gift. If I do, will they respond in kind and where will it all stop? But it is lovely to look at and reminds me that spring is just around the corner.
I remember once during winter when I was young, I took my houseplants to the back porch and transplanted them into some better soil – just so I could get my hands dirty and smell that loamy scent of the good earth. That year spring could not come quickly enough.
With retirement and spare time on my hands, I find I stay busy. Like the office I used to run, I organize and file my life these days whether it is getting ready for the upcoming meeting of my writing club or making it to exercise class at the YMCA, I plan and organize and probably will until the day I die.
I love literature and recently a commercial on TV used the Dylan Thomas (1914-1953) poem Do Not Go Gentle into That Good Night. The poem is about aging and dying and not giving up easily. The commercial prompted me to look up the poem and I printed it out to keep with my writing. The internet is a fabulous thing. Then a pop-up suggested I might like a poem a day. I gave them my email address. I may live to regret that. I may not want to “Rage, rage against the dying of the light.” My email box fills up fast as it is.
It is obvious that I love the simple things, a good poem, a lovely flower, dirt under my nails. But that is how life should be. I’m content to cook a meal, read a book, write a book, or grow a flower. I don’t need to rule the world (what a job THAT would be) or be a millionaire (I’d have to organize and file all that money!). I have my classes and clubs and family. I have flowers and books and a husband to talk to. I have friends and a hot cup of coffee.
Life is good.
Peggy, I was happy to read your words today. And then, even happier. Thanks!
Thanks, Sandra. Glad to be of service!
Life IS good, Peggy! So glad you’re enjoying your gift of (non-mandatory-scheduled) time! And I’m with you about the etiquette of thank yous for thank you gifts. I balance the thwarting of my natural instinct to send a thank you note with the knowledge that would be a bit weird by following up the gift a few days later with an email saying something like: “Sure am enjoying the wonderful chocolates you sent!”
It could create a monster, Shel. I send a card, then she sends a card and it never ends!