Saturday, February 21, 2015

Simple Pleasures

At some point, you come to realize that there are few things finer in life than a chair.  Yep, a chair.  Now, I'm not talking about some plush or decorative chair.  I mean basically a piece of furniture that has four legs that you can sit on with your knees at a 90-degree angle.  Something like this:

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When we moved into our village home, we were severely lacking on a place to seat our bums.  We had a floor mat and a lounge seat, but most of our time was spent on the ground.  Needless to say, our rears were pretty sore.  Try giving up your couch and dining room chairs for a week.  I dare you!  We are now the proud owners of four... count them, four!, red plastic chairs.

Then, wonder upon wonders, a friend let us borrow their table.  Really!  We can actually eat without holding our bowls or squatting with them on the floor.  The boys can do their pencil work in the correct manner.  We can work on our laptops without our laps overheating!  Tables are amazing!  Who came up with such an invention?  They really need to be thanked.

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Then there is that lovely humming of a refrigerator that we are borrowing as well.  Yogurt!  Raw Meat!  Milk!  Vegetables that last longer than a day!  Leftovers!  Oh, the things that you can do with a refrigerator.

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This may all seem a little overblown, but when you've been without, even if it has only been for a couple of short weeks, these things make all the difference in the world.  Before we were graciously given them, it was difficult to feel settled.  We lived more in the wishful "eventually"-mode instead of living life to it's fullest.

We also now find ourselves in the possession of a vehicle.  Although not as much one of those simple pleasures, it has taken a huge burden off of us.  We are now free to explore our city, go to the grocery store at our convenience, make connections with people, and just basically have freedom to move about.  It's a wonderful feeling, really.

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