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Monday, January 19, 2009

Don't take the simple things for granted.

By now many of you have figured out that this blog is about simple living, and that not a single thing I do could qualify as simple. My masthead use to say "This is a beginner's tale of mistakes". and boy oh boy do I make them.

I like to think that I don't take things for granted, that was until yesterday. I know you are wondering what changed yesterday.

I took a hot shower.

For most of us, this is a simple thing we do on a daily basis. I took many showers as I seem to be up to my elbows in poop, udders, feed, and boys. A shower was a way to relax, escape, and not smell so nasty. But two weeks without propane has shown me that I can stink, and offend people and I really don't care.

We went to the city last night and showered at my mother's. From youngest to oldest, and it was true bliss. Because their was so many of us showering, I didn't linger, but I made sure to scrub very well. Even my husband, the last to get in, remarked that this was the best thing in the world. And it was, for us adults, my boys could care less.

So the next time you are doing something simple, take a moment to enjoy it. Don't think of it as a mundane way of living, but as a journey of sensory stimulation.

13 comments:

Gail said...

Yes, just the simple things are the best.

Janelle said...

you just described my day yesterday except it was in my own shower after weeks without propane. It was such a wonderful thing, I stayed in there forever. I never wanted to leave, lol :)

HermitJim said...

Having been in your position before, I can associate greatly with that pleasure. A hot shower after a LOT of cold water ones...is indeed a blessing!

As good as a hug!(almost!)

Matriarchy said...

Hot water is so restorative. We had a few weeks early this spring with no hot water. Man, I really need my hot showers. I have been saving water and money by taking really fast ones, and skipping every other day, but I take one LONG one each week. I'm glad you got a few minutes of hat water to yourself.

American Way Farm said...

Love your blog. And that picture at the top just cracked me up! Way too funny.

Captain's Wife - Jennifer said...

I hear ya Sister. :) Thanks for the reminder and wishing you long, hot showers in the days to come.

mommymommyland said...

a hot shower always makes the day seem better and pull the stress out of my head.

Maggie said...

I do appreciate hot showers, I do I do. My lack of enthusiasm for camping is an exact reflection of my utter appreciation of a hot shower. Glad you got yours Phelan:)

April said...

Oh, I know. Too many winters in western Kansas when I was a child. I remember cooking on our grill, melting snow by the fire place and sleeping in the living room to stay warm until the electricity would come back on.

I sure hope you get some propane soon.

Wendy said...

Ah, yes! I keep saying life as we know it could end, and I wouldn't bat an eyelash ... more than once..., but please, please, let me keep my hot showers!

SkippyMom said...

I feel for you Phelan. I am so glad you got a shower and pray your propane will come soon. :D

Whistling Woman said...

I once moved to some "bare" land down in Tennessee. We didn't have electricity for three months or water for six. We had a good neighbor who let us use the hose to fill our buckets. When it was dry, we could put the buckets in the back of the truck. But when it rained, the ground got slicker than cow snot (to use a slightly vulgar local phrase)and the truck had to stay by the road. We had to tote 5-gallon buckets over a rise to the trailer...on slippery ground. What fun. But now whenever I turn on the tap and water comes out, I view it as nothing short of a gift from God. Doing without teaches us respect and shapes who we are.

Killi said...

Russian Village ~ all hot water had to be collected from the well & heated, but they even had a shower set up with a huge boiler. No inside water here when we moved in & we've beern without water frequently, but we survive ~ priorities change. I LOVE my 1 bath a week, though. I fought for that time when the childer were babies, but s thought MY bath was for them too ~ he regarded taking care of his own childer as baby-sitting & nothing to do with him. Now I share my bath time with a dog curled by the bathtub...

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