It has been said that it is the little things that make life worth living. Since I believe that to be true, I want to name a few of those things in my life that mean so much, and then challenge other writers to do the same.
1) My opposable thumbs. Dang it, I know most everyone has those, but try to do without thumbs and you’ll understand how important they are. Just ask your dogs. From getting dressed to playing most musical instruments, to holding dining utensils, thumbs are almost indispensable.
2) My car. Denver is a large city, with only so-so public transportation. While the buses run fairly regularly, the time between the light rail trains ranges between 15 and 20 minutes, and at off-times even longer. And Denver is not a walking city — outside of downtown, it’s a sprawling metropolis of single-family dwellings, and still quite a lot of streets do not even have sidewalks. While it’s true that Denver has a ton of parks and bike paths, getting from point A to point B usually involves a car.
3) My books, my books, my books. All the lovely, wonderful books I own that I intend to read, on my bookshelves, in my Nook, even those on my phone — fiction and non-fiction, mystery, fantasy, science, biography. Even if I never check out a book from the public library again, I still have enough books to last me for years. Which brings me to a sub-point:
Libraries! Denver, Centennial, Aurora public libraries, all free, all the time!
4) My perfumes and my scented candles. I am not the most feminine of women, growing up a tomboy, and still preferring comfort over beauty in my clothing and my life. But I love perfumes and candles (and purses, but that’s another story). A few of my perfumes are the real deal, ooh la la fragrances like Chanel №5 or 19 and Bijan, and some are the “smells like X” knock-offs in perfumes. And I like to mix it up often, rotating through these fragrances varying them with my mood, the weather, and my plans. As far as candles go, I like to go flowery (I suppose I trend toward that in perfumes as well, while my daughter, Riva, likes fruitier fragrances). Lilac and lily-of-the-valley are two of my favorite straight-up flower-scented candles. It’s too bad I prefer shower to baths — it’s not nearly as relaxing or practical to surround yourself with candles during a shower.
5) Drinkable water from a tap. Man, this one probably deserves to be at the top of the list, but I’m not presenting this list in any particular order. The ability to grab a glass, fill it up with clear, clean, drinkable water from a tap, and drain the glass in one long gulp gulp gulp is one of the great pleasures of my life. Especially in the morning, after I brush my teeth, I love to drink a glass of water, because the water seems particularly cold after minty toothpaste.
6) My hard pillows — the one on my bed for sleeping, the one I’m sitting on for watching TV and even the one on my chair in the office. I suppose my bed gets an honorable mention since I love sleep almost indecently.
7) Rain. All right, all right, anyone who’s ever read my blogs knows that I love inclement weather (preferring rain, since you don’t have to shovel it). Everything about rain, the smells of the warm summer rain, the wind and fury of the cold, autumnal gully washer, the refreshing, short spring shower, is appealing to me. I get that I am living in the state that has a stupidly-high number of sunny days, and when it rains in this here high desert it’s a miracle. I am happy enough here, but I would be happier to live in the Pacific Northwest or Ireland.
8) Trees. I love trees, the shade they provide, the feel of the bark, how each one is unique. I love to draw trees, to touch them — there isn’t a damn thing I don’t love about trees. Well, I don’t love tripping over the pavement when the roots make it uneven. But otherwise, I just love these wonderful things, these oxygen-giving, beautiful, green and yellow and red trees.
9) My pens, my notebooks, my stickies, yes, all of my office supplies. Just seeing an unopened case of new pens makes me feel filthy rich.
10) Dogs, and to a lesser degree, cats. My dogs, especially, but all friendly dogs qualify. There are too many virtuous qualities of dogs to list. As a summary, I will quote Mark Twain, “The more I learn about people, the more I like my dog.”
I call upon, in no particular order, these writers to come up with their own list of things that make life worth living: Hawkeye Pete Egan B., Jon Scott, Bridget Webber, Mark Starlin, nadia kaneva, LeNora Faye, Elle Fredine, Rufus Oladipupo, Axodeji Awosika, Karthik Rajan, Rusty Alderson, Bonnie Barton, Selma, Sylvia Wohlfarth, CC_HA, Amy Marley, Annabella Cornelly, Kyrie Gray, Joe Varadi, Laura Sheridan, Shannon Ashley, Caroline de Braganza, Gutbloom, Richie Crowley, Judy McLain, Lorna Ye, Agnes Louis, Hans Glickerschmucken, and everyone else who wants to. If I haven’t mentioned you by name it’s not because I don’t love you, but because it’s super late and I’m tired.