What seemingly insignificant pleasures to you enjoy?

[Que]

What seemingly insignificant pleasures do you enjoy?

I was a very young man moving into my first house. My sister gifted me 4 wine glasses. Fairly inexpensive; real leaded crystal with a nice thin rim.

I was then a tee-totaler, I drank fruit juices and water from them. I also used them for parfaits.

Over the years, as one should expect, the kids broke one after another. Usually down to one or two, I would scour thrift shops for replacements. At the zenith, I was up to eight of them and some smaller ones not in my original set. Those are long gone, and the style is getting harder to source form thrift stores.

Recently I found one each of the original size and a smaller one. Pouring some water into one gave me the idea for the thread. I carefully balanced it on my net book to take a picture of it. The background was messy so I got up to move some things and spilled an entire glass on my bed.

I am now going to enjoy the seemingly insignificant pleasure of some fresh, crisp, sheets.

 

[GothAngelBabe]

A picture of a great friend of mine stretching his arms as if he was hugging me, means the world to me especially when I am tearful. Best x-mas gift.

 

[Balladeer08]

Children's laughter.

 

[Que]

A picture of a great friend of mine stretching his arms as if he was hugging me, means the world to me especially when I am tearful. Best x-mas gift.

That is really interesting. Most of us would be a bit shy about giving a picture of ourselves, but I have to admit pictures are a great gift to receive.

Children's laughter.

That is a really good one. In earlier times, I used to get annoyed by what seemed like the constancy of Spongebob in the background. I found the show funny enough, but once I could recite every episode in my sleep, it became trying. What I failed to notice at the time was my own personal laugh track of the kids.

I have, at times since, left it on as background noise alone in hotel rooms for the nostalgic vibe it gives me.

 

[Colonel Hogan]

Good writing. A specific sentence, paragraph or more that stands as self-evident testimony that it could not have been improved upon had the author been blessed with additional and unlimited time for reflection.

 

[SweetErika]

- A genuine smile or kind word.
- Getting into a pre-warmed bed makes me giddy.
- A good back/neck or foot massage can rival sex in the physical pleasure department.
- The occasional bite of quality chocolate.
- The quiet and sparkle of a fresh layer of snow.
- Cold beer at the end of long, hot summer days. (I don't drink the rest of the year, so I truly enjoy it in the summer, I suppose.)

- This one is pretty strange: My most recent dentist has really warm hands and a gentle touch. I liken it to a mother's touch: caring, comforting, and an extremely rare quality in a medical/dental professional.

 

[JAMESBJOHNSON]

I relish physical labor and physical violence and sex but hate exercise and hugs. Nothing is worse than a hug, I usta love patient take-downs at the hospital. The only thing I love more than work and pussy is fighting.

 

[Que]

My gift to myself has been to clean my room. I may go grab some more furniture out of storage. This temporary situation has grown legs. I had a picture that was not hung for the last many months and facing the wall. It is now up.

Last year about this time I helped the maintenance guy at a a skid-row motel move out of his room under duress. I had spent a week there when I felt inspired on a project. I had gotten to know him a little. He was cash strapped moving back in with his sister, wanted me to buy his brand new stereo off him. I've had it, not plugged in for a year. I set it up tonight to listen to country Christmas music on the radio. It sounds really good in here.

Someone took in a kitten this last week. Everyone else is either on shift tonight, or off for the week, so it was nice to have the cat for company.

Good writing. A specific sentence, paragraph or more that stands as self-evident testimony that it could not have been improved upon had the author been blessed with additional and unlimited time for reflection.

I love to see a deft turn of phrase; one you envy the mind that wrote it.

- A genuine smile or kind word.
- Getting into a pre-warmed bed makes me giddy.
- A good back/neck or foot massage can rival sex in the physical pleasure department.
- The occasional bite of quality chocolate.
- The quiet and sparkle of a fresh layer of snow.
- Cold beer at the end of long, hot summer days. (I don't drink the rest of the year, so I truly enjoy it in the summer, I suppose.)

- This one is pretty strange: My most recent dentist has really warm hands and a gentle touch. I liken it to a mother's touch: caring, comforting, and an extremely rare quality in a medical/dental professional.

Those are all good ones. The last not so strange, some dentists and hygienists have had such a presence and manner that having my teeth cleaned felt intimate. Same with getting my hair cut when I had any. On my pamper myself sometime lists is to have a hot towel shave sometime.

 

[Que]

I relish physical labor and physical violence and sex but hate exercise and hugs. Nothing is worse than a hug, I usta love patient take-downs at the hospital. The only thing I love more than work and pussy is fighting.

That is interesting. I won't work out unless I have a specific goal. I love blisters, such a manly feel. The road in front of the company owned place was swallowing my Honda. I spent a month whenever I felt like it taking a pick to the soft, unrolled, asphalt shoulder. I would break off pieces and carry it across the road to our side for fill. Then I would run over it to pack it in.

Looks pretty good. I like the physical labor as well as the fine-tuning of the grade.

My old house I excavated a conversation pit out of hard pan. We call it caliche here. I moved it all into landscaped mounds and moved around a dump truck full of silt I had trucked in. My yard was torn up for the whole 15 years I lived there.

When I worked in a steel yard, I loved moving things around till I was dog tired but I hate weight lifting, except for back when I was trying to hit specific weight-lifting goals.

 

[Fala]

Circa 1965...Mom took me into an upscale glass shop to find a gift for a friend of hers.

Without going into a lot of detail...my family didn't have a lot of money back then.

Mom insisted that I fold my hands behind my back and NOT touch anything. Being the good kid I was, I minded her.

I carefully walked thru the shop with my hands folded behind my back. I turned a corner and my little hands bumped a shelf.

Well.....*CRASH*. Mom was horrified...they made her pay for the glass I broke. It was a set...8 glasses. I broke one of the most beautiful glasses in the shop.

Anyway...Mom had to buy the set which we could not afford at that time.

Long story short...Mom gave me the glasses a few years ago. And the bar we had made in Taiwan.

I love my Mom.

 

[Que]

Circa 1965...Mom took me into an upscale glass shop to find a gift for a friend of hers.

Without going into a lot of detail...my family didn't have a lot of money back then.

Mom insisted that I fold my hands behind my back and NOT touch anything. Being the good kid I was, I minded her.

I carefully walked thru the shop with my hands folded behind my back. I turned a corner and my little hands bumped a shelf.

Well.....*CRASH*. Mom was horrified...they made her pay for the glass I broke. It was a set...8 glasses. I broke one of the most beautiful glasses in the shop.

Anyway...Mom had to buy the set which we could not afford at that time.

Long story short...Mom gave me the glasses a few years ago. And the bar we had made in Taiwan.

I love my Mom.

Cute story. I need to find 20 of these so I can gift sets of four to each of the kids. I think they were made by Mikasa. I should take a picture. Perhaps someone knows more about them.

Here they are. Everything tastes better in them, even water. That was going to be my simple pleasure. The are surprisingly strong for how delicate the are. The make a bright, ringing sound. Which has a lot to do with how they get broken with such frequency.

 

[Bidin~Time]

Recently, I was helping a relative with a business deal. Gathering the contacts, making the calls, setting up appointments. I hadn't realized how much pleasure that gave me, and how much i missed doing that sort of thing.

 

[Que]

Recently, I was helping a relative with a business deal. Gathering the contacts, making the calls, setting up appointments. I hadn't realized how much pleasure that gave me, and how much i missed doing that sort of thing.

Back when I was self employed things went a lot smoother when my wife was helping me with the details. All of those things above are things I drop the ball on. I can do the analysis, design work-flow processes, I cannot remember an appointment to save my life.

 

[Ishmael]

Watching the grand kids trying to pull a fast one over on my sons and remembering how they used to try the same thing with me. Kids never seem to figure out that we were once young too.

Watching the hummingbirds come into the feeder.

Enjoying the first fruits from the garden. Almost always radishes.

A first shot, cold barrel, hit on the target at 1000 yds after working up a new load.

Topping a rise and seeing a new vista open up before you.

Ishmael

 

[butters]

that baked earth scent when rain falls for the first time in weeks in the summer

slicing through fresh fruit or a big cabbage or other vegetables - not just the scent or taste, but when it's something like a kiwi fruit or an apple cut through the centre knowing it's the first time any eyes have seen the stars/magic of ther insides. which is entirely childish but i dont care

stepping into pristine snow

opening the foil lid on a jar of good instant coffee - that sound and burst of aroma

putting on new undies

slipping into a very hot, deep as possible, amazingly perfumed silky bubble-bath

bubbles. and snow globes (though the contents are frequently naff, the best ones are wonderful). and glass ball paperweights. i have a great one wiith bubbles inside. and a glass ball that is meant for peering into, it's perfectly rounded and lures the eye.

my wooden weeping yogi - touching his smooth domed head. the whole thing is essentially tactile, but his head fits a lightly cupped hand perfectly... yeah

 

[Bidin~Time]

Other things:

Mucking out barn stalls.

Driving: alone is best

Mowing the yard.

Listening to young people talk.

Hopping on a horse bareback and letting it take me where it will.

Christmas lights

holding babies

Critters of most any description make me smile

Walking through a museum or art gallery

 

[Adre]

The first morning that feels like Spring

Rich, strong, steaming hot coffee

A soft kiss with a trace of tongue

The first cigarette at cocktail hour (back when I indulged)

Six thousand RPMs, top down

 

[Bidin~Time]

Also:

cooking

gardening

canning the fruits of the gardening

family

Talking...just ask anyone who knows me

swapping stories

 

[cowslinger64]

The feeling I got every single time we made that first run up the mountain at Windrock in Tennessee on our atvs.

Listening to the rain pound down on the roof.

Watching a snow storm in the evening when everything is white and it's so quiet and peaceful.

Having a gift for someone, one that you know they'll love.. and being happy for them. Lol

A clean, uncluttered house... with no drips in the kitchen sink.

The awesome way these make my sheets and clothes smell:

http://i5.walmartimages.com/dfw/dce07b8c-bae8/k2-_349450ad-1a84-438e-ab4d-ff8df6ae7467.v1.jpg

 

[butters]

a warm night, windows open, listening to the rain fall as i slip into sleep

 

[Bidin~Time]

Just this week, I had a patient, who, bless them, was apologizing for being crabby. I told them I understood, and had understood from the beginning of this career choice, that I would not be seeing people who were feeling the best they ever felt, or having the best day they ever had, and that was why i never took offense. Then i gave them a little hug. The smile i got in return was worth a little crabbiness.

 

[Liar]

I enjoy being a bit of a slob.

Things like dropping things randomly on the floor, knowing it's ok, I can pick it up later. When I feel like it. Maybe. Could never do that growing up with OCD neat freak parents. Although I suspect it was mom who conditioned dad to be the same as her.


Also, a deep inhale of bone dry, teeth splittingly cold winter air. You can almost hear the bottom of your lungs go "WTF, dude?!"

 

[oggbashan]

Opening my bedroom curtains each morning and seeing the sea.

Drinking my first cup of coffee of the day and seeing the sea.

Sometimes going to sleep with the sound of the waves on the beach - depends on the state of the tide.

 

[butters]

that unmistakeable smell of snow on the way

bluebells

light relecting off the ever-moving waters of the sea

 

[toubab]

Taking a deep breath.