God has given us simple pleasures to keep us sane. I don’t have space to list all the simple pleasures I enjoy, because in this respect, God has made me rich. And without spending a lot of money on it, either. But here are just a few of my favorites, which help me to avoid going off the deep end.
A sweet, sunny day, 70 or 75 degrees, my lawn chair, a nice cigar, and the book I happen to be writing at the time.
In bed with my wife, Peep the cat purring, and us with our bedtime books: Agatha Christie, Freddy the Pig, Narnia, and other favorites.
A nice game of chess by one of the old masters–Morphy, Marshall, Anderssen.
A Christmas tree.
Coasting downhill, no-handed, on my bike: makes me feel 12 years old again.
Combing Robbie, who can barely contain herself for pure pleasure.
A satisfying supper: Patty excels at creating these.
A snowy day.
And a tiger swallowtail butterfly visits our little garden…
I could go on with this all day and into the night. Thank you, Father in Heaven, for all of these and more–and for teaching me to appreciate them.