Life is made up of a number of small pleasures - if we can only think ourselves into an appropriate mindset.
We are still in the very early stages of 2015 and I don't
think it is too late in the day to put my theories into practice. I am not talking New Year Resolutions here - regular readers will remember that I have adopted a new Resolutions by Trial and Error approach this year. It is going very well indeed, apart from
the fact that most of my trials have ended up as errors. Still, think how badly I would have felt, had they been proper, full-blown Resolutions (with a capital R, you will note.) I would have been feeling such a Dismal Failure instead of just mildly disappointed
with my inability to conduct successful trials.
To return to the subject (though I do often find that digression and diversification are part of the rich fabric of the Daily Blog) here are today's examples
of enjoying small pleasures...
Firstly, I finished the ironing. There was a lot of it, because (i) it has been Christmas when laundry, and consequently ironing, is best left till another day; and (ii) I have
been proper poorly and unable to do more than load the washing machine and press a button of two. What a pleasure, therefore to feel well enough to tackle the ironing! The pleasure might have been diminished somewhat when I realised that the pile of ironing
didn't include any pillow cases (my favourite items for ironing) but no fewer than five pairs of trousers (my least favourite items for ironing.) With a bit of effort, however I managed to persuade myself into feeling a surge of pleasure that I would have
clean and pressed trousers to wear next week.
Before starting on the ironing, I opened the patio doors, all the better to see what was going on in the back garden. It may be January but the sun was shining,
the birds were singing - and I could see the green shoots of dozens of daffodils heralding even better times to come. Dashing away with a smoothing iron was an ideal opportunity to take pleasure in the Great Outdoors, while remaining in the Warm Indoors.
After that, I wrote all my thank you letters. What's more, I carefully detached the charming postcards of the village where we once lived from last year's wall calendar (a present from former neighbours) and used these
for my appreciative messages to generous gift-givers. This gave me pleasure on two counts - firstly because it was a very effective piece of recycling; and secondly because the size of the cards made it well nigh impossible to write too much, meaning I finished
my letters in double quick time. Small pleasures - see what I mean?
Finally this afternoon Mr B and I set off on a shopping trip to Sainsbury's. I can almost hear you querying what possible pleasure, small
or otherwise, I managed to wring from a basic shopping trip. Oh but I have just retrieved my Nectar card which has been residing in the Middle of the Darling Daughters' purse for many months - I have never used it before! Not only was I able to use it for
the food we bought but I also persuaded Mr B that we should pay a visit to the cafe - just so that I could use it again. "Do you have a Nectar card?" the oh-so-charming cafe assistant asked me. I could see she was a trifle mystified by the enormous, self-satisfied
grin on my face as I handed her my card. She hasn't heard of Small Pleasures, I could tell.
At home, it was time to write today's Daily Blog. I sat myself down with a cup of coffee and the UsPad on my lap.
My weekly email from my website provider tells me there were almost 7000 hits on the Blog last week. That's a lot of people reading the Random Ramblings of a Jolly Girl with Nothing Particular to Say. I would like to hope that reading the Daily Blog provides
some small pleasure for those kind enough to read it.
Though to be honest, as the self-appointed Jolly Girl and author of the Random Ramblings, the pleasure is, indeed, all mine.