Simple pleasures
Posted in cats, food, home, knitting, people, personal, teaching, wool on November 26th, 2007 by Danny
With studies and teaching my life is basically, well, full. At the same time nothing much seems to be going on. I do take some time out to knit and see friends, at the pub or elsewhere, but I feel that’s a real necessity. I would get really stressed and unhappy if I didn’t and nobody likes an unhappy Danny, least of all me. When I come home after a days’ work I’m usually too tired to use my brain much, so I carefully have to plan for the moments when I’m not. Teaching is like performing in many ways; you have to be fit to perform well, and if you’re not you’ll get bad reviews. I don’t think I could do this fulltime, not for a while yet. So when I’m tired I avoid anything even distantly resembling a chore or obligation, unless it’s a real no-brainer, or one that helps me put off an even bigger chore. Like my taxes: I’ve still to do this years’. They’ll have to wait until the Xmas hols.
At the same time I can get a great feeling of happiness, or better contentment, from very simple things. Like when I cycle to work and it’s not raining and there’s little wind, even if I’m not looking forward to the work. Or last week, when I was cooking stoofpeertjes (pears poached in mulled wine) and appelmoes (applesauce) from the last windfalls and bruised apples, and the apartment smelled like the Sundays of my childhood. Or finishing a knitting project and having an excuse to start a new one; I now have seven projects in the UFO spacedock and I’m just itching to start this beanie from leftover Noro Kureyon, but I’m not allowing myself until I’ve finished something else (insert chuckles of anticipation here).

Maybe it’s the autumn and Midwinter coming up that makes me feel all hopeful and filled with a sense of promise and anticipation. I don’t know. Loads of people, especially singles, dread the coming season, but I don’t. Not this year anyways. My friends show their appreciation of me, eligible and non-eligible men alike show other kinds of interest, I get by on the money I make, my house feels like a home, my cats are affectionate and healthy. I am happy that I’m able to appreciate what I have instead of hovering over the things I don’t. Who needs Thanksgiving?

