Wife. Kids. God. Country.
Those are givens on any Thanksgiving list, but I’ll save those for the family gathering. There are countless inconspicuous, even obscure, everyday things that also make me happy. Here are the first ten that came to mind:
Stuff My Kids Say
Like this from my 7 year old on a recent desert road trip: “Dad, I think I’m having a mirage; there’s no way those train tracks are real!”
Cherry Coke Zero (ice cold, of course)
The pleasure of Real Cherry Coke but without the sugar, the guiltlessness of Coke Zero, but without the weird peppery taste.
The Plants Outside My Office Window At Work
That took root in a concrete nook and remain defiantly lush and green all winter. I keep meaning to ask somebody what they are.
The stuff natural arches are made of. Naturalist Edward Abbey said it best when he described the Moab area’s most famous landmark, Delicate Arch, as “an illogical geologic freak, a happening— a something that happened and will never happen quite that way again, a frame more significant than its picture, a simple monolith eaten away by weather and time and soon to disintegrate into a chaos of falling rock.”
This song by Matisyahu
That makes me want to scramble up a wall of Entrada sandstone.
Being really tired makes the prospect of a 5 hour flight much less daunting. Chatty Patty is too bushed to make small talk, and I can be in downtown Manhattan before rush hour.
Beach Boys Session Recordings
Have Surfin’ USA and Kokomo become a little stale for you? Spotify the Smile and Pet Sounds Sessions to enjoy hours of backing tracks, isolated vocals, and scrubbed takes of some of the greatest Beach Boys tunes.
The Missus and I were too busy to catch shows like Heroes and Prison Break during their TV runs a few years ago. We’re even busier now, but when we do snag an hour of couch time, nothing beats no commercials and no wait between episodes. I can almost forgive them for those incessant online pop-under ads. Almost.
The Off-Brand Laundry Detergent We’re Currently Using
The scent of which reminds me of the the bug repellent Mom used to to slather us with on summer camping trips to the Manti-LaSal National Forest, just before sunset.