Once Is Not Enough
Some things are so pleasurable that they deserve to be repeated. Here are 13 things that I've done more than once or would like to do again.
- Watch the sunset at Lake Ontario. The sky becomes saturated with a million shades of pink as the fiery sun glides into the water. A walk along the water's edge would be a fine companion to this visual pleasure.
- Hear my father's laugh again. He was known for a delightful sense of humor and his laughter was strong and melodic. Some days I yearn to hear it just one more time.
- Sip a good cup of coffee while I sit at my computer. This morning ritual never grows old.
- Enjoy my daughter's childhood. It was such a joy to watch her grow. And yes, trite as it sounds, it happened all too fast.
- Catch a Frisbee. I was never the athletic type, but one day I was with some friends who were throwing a Frisbee in the park. It sailed towards me, too far above my head to catch. Without thinking, I flew into the air, extended my fingers and the Frisbee sank into them. It was the perfect catch. I wasn't the only one who thought so. People stopped and stared. A few even cheered. Anyone might have been proud of that catch, but for a clumsy geek girl, it was an unprecedented feat.
- Eat a plateful of my grandmother's waffles. She made them from scratch and unlike mine, they never ended up stuck on the waffle iron. These crisp, airy delights were topped with hand-churned butter and hot maple syrup. No, not the imitation stuff, the genuine article from my grandparents own maple trees.
- Feel music flowing through my fingers. I was a skilled piano player in my youth. I still remember the moments when I stopped consciously reading the notes or placing my fingers upon the keyboard. The music would just flow through me. I can still read some music and pick out a tune, but it's been a long time since I've experienced that grace
- Go berry picking. Not cultivated berries, but the ones that grow wild. My childhood home in New Hampshire was surrounded by blueberry and blackberry patches. The warmth of the sun and the heady scent of the berries mixed with the fragrance of the wildflowers that surrounded the patches. I could stand forever filling a bucket with them. Not to mention filling my mouth.
- Vacation at Hampton Beach. When Calico was a teenager, we spent a few days vacationing there. It was an impromptu vacation without a large budget. But the sun, the ocean and the sand were all that was needed. It was a magical time that we both remember fondly. We also remember taking an afternoon away from the beach to find a movie theater and watch ET. We sobbed until we were drowning, then laughed ourselves to tears because we had no tissues.
- Eat a white turtle ice cream cone. Once each summer, I treat myself to this decadent concoction of white chocolate ice cream, caramel and pecans that's made at Bruester's Ice Cream parlors. Since moving to Memphis, we haven't seen a Bruester's. This post prompted me to do a little research and I've found one that is only 12 miles away. Now I have another reason to be longing for warm weather.
- Watch American Idol. May their seasons never end!
- Sit on a park bench and contemplate rhododendrons in bloom. They are so beautifully fragile and the blossom is so fleeting. Surely we should declare a holiday for the short time that they are with us.
- Write another Thursday Thirteen. I love the memories that they evoke.
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