Be thankful for the little things
I was reading about a centenarian once who said that what she was most grateful for in her life was indoor plumbing. I remember when I was a toddler going to the outhouse at my grandmother’s before there was indoor plumbing there. And I have especially fond memories of her bathing us in the big aluminum pot in the kitchen. So the other morning when the water went out for the third time this month, I started thinking about life without indoor plumbing – and then I couldn’t. Even though I have such fond memories of being at my grandmother’s and sleeping with her in the big feather bed and my aunt taking us out to the outhouse, honestly I like hot and cold running water.
After Tin tornadoed through his oatmeal, we were all wishing the water was on. And had I not just come from walking the dogs perhaps I could have conceived of going ahead to the conference without showering, but as it was humidity was back in town and I felt yucky from top to bottom.
Today I am thankful for running water and indoor plumbing too.