The Small Things in Life

Sometimes the small things in life are what bring you the most pleasure. Especially when you cannot, or have not been able to, enjoy these things. As I have muddled through this past week housebound (other than a few brief outings for fresh air) with a bad cold, I have jotted a few things down…

A Cup of Coffee

I assume it has been my body’s way of keeping me hydrated by making coffee taste awful. Thursday I attempted to enjoy my first cup of coffee in over four days. It never happened. I managed a few sips, but that was as much as I could choke down. This morning (Saturday) I tried again and got through the whole cup, but I can’t say I enjoyed it all that much.

A Hot Shower

Sad to say this has been my most exciting (and most strenuous) activity this week. After the fiasco earlier in the week, I have learned to enjoy this luxury when someone else is home to listen for any unexpected thumps.

Supermarket Roasted Chickens

My son went out for groceries this week and came home with ready-to-eat, roasted chickens. Brilliant! One less thing to worry about.

Messages From Friends and Family

Cheery emails and messages from friends and family and even my fellow bloggers have been greatly appreciated this week. A video chat with my two-year-old granddaughter was a favourite. Her sweet voice and cheery smile always make me smile, and this week in my heightened sense of appreciation for the small things, even more so.

Clear Sinuses

This whole mess started with a sinus headache that I nursed for several days, over a week ago now, before the nastier symptoms hit with a vengeance. I distinctly remember the popping balloons at my grandson’s birthday party feeling like explosions in my head. Maybe those “explosions” were a sign of things to come. Regardless, I am grateful that my sinuses are now clear, although my nose is on the run.

Soft Kleenex (Tissues)

And now that my nose is on the run, I am appreciating the softness of Kleenex tissues. I admit that I always thought tissue was tissue. My nose will tell you otherwise these days.

An Appetite

My appetite was non-existent most of the week, not so for my chief cooks and bottle washers (hubby and son). This is where the aforementioned roasted chickens came in, to complement their other (take-out) dinners. Last night I managed to enjoy a half order of Pad Thai, my favourite take-out dinner. Tonight I baked a (gluten-free) lasagna, my first forage into the kitchen in ages. A returned appetite has reminded me of my love for cooking. I’ll leave the cleanup for them.

A Pretty Winter’s Day

Looking out my windows today, I am appreciating the beautiful blue sky, snow-laden trees and rooftops, the warm sunshine, and icicles, lots of icicles…