Jo
Coloured Pencil and Ink
With each passing birthday, I have noticed my world seems to become less complicated, and it takes much less to make me happy. Has anyone else noticed that with their lives? Simple things can become huge accomplishments, and small things make me happy.
"It's not raining today, whoo hooo!"
A few years ago there was a popular book called "The God of Small Things". The book is a description of how the small things in life affect people's behaviour and their lives. So true. A good day for me is when the little things go right.
Several days before Christmas, I lost one of my favourite gloves -- not both of them, just one. Somehow losing both of them would have been less frustrating than losing only one. There's nothing sadder than one lonely glove. On early Monday evening I was pushing my little cart through the IGA grocery store, and I spotted something pink off in the corner near the mangoes. Could it be? Yes, it was! My little lost glove. You have no idea how happy it made me to find my glove. I took it home and paired it back with its partner, and when I closed the cupboard door, I swear I could hear them joyfully greeting each other.
"Hi...!"
"Hi...!"
It was a good day.
Do you suppose there's a God of lottery tickets?
8 comments:
Fabulous find! To find your glove so many days later is amazing. Maybe you should go buy a ticket.
What a nice surprise for you, to find your missing glove.
What a wonderful surprise find, although I am not sure what it says about the cleanliness at the store.
I completely understand your delight and I love the picture too. I lost a pair of gloves for five months; I found them in a plastic bag in the cupboard under the stairs and was ecstatic.
I just loved your story about the glove...nice drawing.
You are spot on, Johanna. It is so often that the little upsets makes for anxiety, worry, and frustration. I think one would be lucky to be unaffected by the little glitches in life.
I think I was about eight or nine when I went to Coulsdon Common, in Surrey, to wander around on my own. When I returned to my home in Croydon I realised I'd lost my tiny toy cap-gun! Never was I more upset. Next day I returned to Coulsdon Common and spent HOURS retracing my steps in this quite big area. I was SO happy when I saw my cap-gun toy lying in the grass near the edge of the woods.
70 years on and I remember that episode so clearly still - and your post reminded me of that event. Best wishes; lovely glove!
May the rest of 2013 be full of such good days. Jo, you would be incomplete without your pink gloves.
Yes! And isn't it wonderful to be living with all these small pleasures and surprises? I hope 2013 will be full of these joys for you!
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