This one I promise will be short, but I make no claims on its entertainment value.
Not many of you know that I received my walking papers from the Army just last month. I am as free a man as I can be, aside from being dead. It is a wonderful thing, and sorrowful at the same time. I have proceeded, in my freedom, to grow a nice beard, which I will sustain for a few months until the weather turns, and then who knows. But the bottom line is I am free.
You will never guess however what I just finished doing which inspired this post. Give up? I polished my shoes. The old Hawaiian Tropic Lifeguard bag came out; a can of the wonderful Kiwi black shoe polish immerged, and I proceeded to apply a fine matte finish to my overpriced, $280 regretfully spent dollars over priced, Allen Edmonds dress shoes. It was a wonderful thing. I love the smell of shoe polish; so many memories are tied to it. None of which I will go into at this point (I must keep my promise).
Here is what hit me as I was progressing through both shoes. 1. I couldn’t believe I actually had the stuff necessary to polish dress shoes. 2. I couldn’t believe I actually knew how to do just that. 3. I can’t believe that I enjoyed doing it. Enjoyed it immensely. It is a simple pleasure
Simple pleasure, like a perfectly thrown spiral landing softly in your hands after flying over your shoulder; your stride not breaking, simple pleasure.
It is tomorrow.
Jason
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I think your shoes cost more than my entire wardrobe.
ReplyDeleteAs for me... Well, you saw my taste in fine attire... (www.bachrach.com)...
ReplyDelete...but as for memories...
...I prefer a glass bottle of ice cold Coke either in an overgrown grassy field... or at the beach...
also swinging in a tire swing in slow motion with a glass of pink country time lemonade does the trick as well...
hey, how was the concert last weekend?
ReplyDeleteand I would have to say some of my favorites are walking down a forest trail when the sun is peaking through the branches, or the feeling when you are all salty and going home after a long day at the beach.
and of course, driving a golf cart downhill
regarding your simple pleasures.....I am fairly confident that the military has left an imprint upon you much more deeply than you know, and/or are willing to admit. Not a bad imprint....just an imprint. I think it will be a source of strength as you move ahead into the future.
ReplyDeleteDear "Thinking,"
ReplyDeleteI wonder if Jason has any 'tick' words that would suddenly make him go "flash back Vietnam" on all of us...
perhaps, "schadenfreuden."
. . . just you wait, something will trigger it, and then we're all dead...