I am not one to feel gratitude on a regular basis. If you are an Israeli, you would say it’s because my mother was from Poland.
In Israel, the “Polish mother” has a distinct reputation for being a complainer… and you know what they say about apples not falling far from the tree…
However, this morning I feel extremely grateful for no particular reason whatsoever. It feels like all the good parts of my life coalesced at this very moment to remind me how lucky I am.
Years ago I used to walk at the park with MM and we would see a homeless lady get out of her car and make coffee every morning on a portable burner. Last night I made coffee using the automatic option so we would have coffee when we woke up. I am grateful for that.
Last Friday I had dinner with my friend R. who mentioned Libya and Gaddafi. His death and the rebellion there juxtaposed with the Middle Eastern restaurant we were sitting in, which was all peaceful and calm. We were eating our Hummus and Fool (warm fava beans) and watched the musicians setting up their sound equipment as they prepared to play their music for the 9 PM crowd – mostly Iranian immigrants. They would be dancing with abandonment; focusing on the sensual and exhilarating belly dancing tunes, forgetting about the killings and the terror in the Middle East. I am grateful for that.
When my son moved to Italy he described at length the tedious, illogical, bureaucracy-filled phone installation. A multi-step process requiring several different workers and many days. I am grateful that I can call my phone company and most of the time they fix the problem. And even when they don’t … I am not dreading the visit and I don’t have to bribe anyone, which you might need to do in other countries.
And you know, I am really grateful for my washing machine. I was a young girl when I watched my sister standing in her tiny kitchen by a portable tub, washing sheets, towels, and cloths by hand. She would scrub for hours, then wash, rinse, dry by hand, and then hang the laundry on her balcony to dry. Thank you washing machine, or whoever invented it!
I am so grateful to the friends I have. So often I experience people who have friends but not closeness, they have groups of people but not intimacy, they have noise but not caring. I am lucky.
I live in a country who does not have war on its mainland, where most of us are so indulged without knowing it (only if you visit other countries do you become aware of everything you take for granted), where we can speak our mind and disagree with each other without being sent to prison. How many of us are aware of the fact that this is not an option for most of the people in the world?
It will be corny to say that I am grateful for my family, but I so AM. I hate being corny, but a blog has to be truthful.
Yesterday I had an uneventful day. I surfed the internet, which I love, and I am addicted to. I had breakfast made for me. We drove and looked at open houses, talked to some pleasant realtors, went to see a great movie, which is one of my favorite things to do in the world. (Going to a movie theatre and to a library still makes my heart go pitter- patter! I have this childlike anticipation about the movie, and the big screen, and about getting a new book to read in the library after spending the time sorting through books, which is enjoyable too. Crazy, I know) Anyway, we had a great meal at a restaurant where I didn’t feel like I wasted my money; and this morning I am able to write this blog wearing my favorite robe.
Can life get better? Not this morning.
Please have a great day. I am having one. Tomorrow I may feel differently…