Friday, August 3, 2012

Two Little Things

Hmmm... another gap, this time shorter... Whoops!

Two reasons for this; the first is that I'm not used to paying attention to little things that I might blog about - I stopped doing that years ago (I can't believe that's actually true!). Things certainly happen, wonderful little things that might make a couple of nice entries, but I miss them. I have to work on that.

The second reason is that boring old reason - "I've been busy."

True. But there's always time for writing, or at least I like to try to think so, and tell myself that.

So today is an exercise in appreciating, and blogging about, the little things.

Today there were two little things, two wonderful little things! (Actually there were many more than two, now that I think about it, but I am only going to tell you about those two. You have to guess and wonder about the others.)

The first happened this morning, at work, when a little girl named Rose presented me with the pastry bag that her cookie had been in. She had written her name on it, and her nanny had taken the rest of her dictation down, to this effect:

This might go without saying, but just in case - this made my morning! And now it's on my bulletin board.

The other wonderful little thing that happened is... I made a cake!

I used to bake all the time, but living in a communal house where the kitchen is usually considerably less than clean, I avoid cooking all the time.

One of the things that has happened to me in the past month is that I have been trying to figure out what I like. What are my hobbies? I know I love to read and I love to write, but I like those things so much that I have turned them into work, which results in a bit less enjoyment than they might otherwise provide. I guess that's what happens if you ever want to call yourself a writer.

This is not to say that I don't enjoy reading and writing; it makes me very happy, and I go back and forth between fun reading and something like work reading.

But it would be nice to find those things that I truly love that are just that: hobbies.

On Saturday, someone asked me if I cooked much. I said I didn't, explained about the communal kitchen situation, and added, "which is sad, because I really love to cook, I just never do it anymore."

And a few hours later that statement struck me as significant, and I realized I was depriving myself of one of my favorite pastimes, and resolved to brave my messy kitchen and cook more.

Granted, I made this cake at my parents' house. But who cares. It tastes delicious.