David pointed out some perfectly shaped mushrooms on a neighbor's lawn recently. The jungle-growth weather we've had lately has not brought out the residents' lawn mower yet (their yard is immaculate). I am glad to have been able to enjoy day after day of gigantic white mushrooms, growing in a ring-shaped show of apparent adoration for the stop sign they surround. The pleasures of nature.
In case I haven't mentioned it to you lately, it was my birthday this week. I had a fabulous piece of "classic diner" cake--yellow cake, chocolate frosting--from the Dessert Gallery in Houston. Oh my goodness, that's a profoundly different kind of pleasure than the ring of mushrooms.
David's gift to me was a patient, even encouraging, outing to the bookstore. We browsed, I hemmed and hawed over this and that, he found something not work related to read. When he saw me talking on a cell phone in the store, he busted out laughing over my apparent hypocrisy. The outing was a good gift. A deeply satisfying pleasure that is special and oh so normal at the same time.
It's been all work and play lately. Normalcy is rather low on the event log. But I've taken pleasure in the amusements of cable television (and my good friend Timminy Tivo) during break time. HBO has been good to me. Spiderman 2 lodged itself in my imagination last week and I felt this amazing need to own the DVD (it's not been purchased yet; I do have self control). I have also been unusually drawn to the first 10 or 15 minutes of War of the Worlds (forget the rest of it). I watched an unusual rendition of Pride and Prejudice (set in Provo, Utah, subtitled A Latter-Day Comedy). I've caught snippets of lots of pointless summertime girly flicks. The pleasures of mindless entertainment.
Amidst all this pleasure I was panicked with the idea of my computerized music library disappearing in some horrible natural or manmade catastrophe. I think iTunes brought this on with a warning about backing up your library. Naughty iTunes. Anyway I began creating a series of music CDs that represented favorite tunes. Called Triple Shots and Bonus Blocks it's a collection of more than 300 songs by more than 30 artists for whom I own at least 3 highly rated songs (highly rated by me; you or David might hate them). Got all that? It was a very serious endeavor and David is now subjected to listening to every last CD. Mwahaha! Such a tedious and time consuming creative project gives me great pleasure indeed.
David's birthday card to me said, "Everywhere you look...happiness." So true.
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Just wanted to reiterate the fact that I'm a rat! I'm nibbling on cheese as we speak! Happy Birthday (again!)...
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