Sunday, February 20, 2011

Simple Things

I love hamburger. And beer.
Pizza. Lack of debt.
Breathing.
Ragdoll cats. [And none better than my own...]
Shakespeare.
Central heating in winter.
A/C in summer.
A car that gets you there.
Camaraderie in the workplace.
Writing a good poem. I love reading, and time to do it. The Simpsons.
Hamburger! [<-- Ooops, already said that…]
I love simple things.

I love when you are walking down the street on a cold winter night and you smell someone's fireplace giving off that wondrous scent of burnt forest, and it reminds you of something from a long time ago but you can never quite tell exactly what it is.
I love the profound feeling of satisfaction you get when you pick that piece of apple rind from between your teeth. Oh God, yes!
I love gravy on things.
A pillow that is just right. Undiluted maple syrup!
And, speaking of gravy [were we?] -- today, this very Sunday -- I experienced much that was enjoyable, in fact, superb. Off the scale. Real good. And yet, so simple.
First, I met with some great friends at a high-end poutine emporium. If you do not know what "poutine" is, I only have two things to say to you:
1) I feel sorry for you, and
2) You are probably healthier than I am.

I met some co-worker friends at Smoke's Poutinerie. This place ONLY makes poutine.
What is poutine? It is french-fried potatoes with lots of gravy and cheese curds mixed in there, but wait -- here's the heart-rending [and heart-clogging] beauty of it….. they put tons of OTHER lethal stuff in it!
There is a poutine menu!
I got the Green Peppercorn Chicken.
It was an epiphany. [see the following video evidence…]
Same day -- in a used record store -- still with the same delightful people -- I happened across a DVD-movie I have wanted for a long time [above photo]…. Stanley Kubrick's 2001: A Space Odyssey.
I spent the rest of the day reading a really good part of Possession by A.S. Byatt in Starbucks, the poutine floating higher and higher on a veritable tidal wave of good coffee. [I need medical attention, yes….]
Later, I walked home in lightly falling snow, pressed the elevator button that might as well say "Penthouse" and ever since, I've been drinking so much beer that I am rather amazed I was even able to type this
blog out.
Life is good.
Good is simple.
I love simple things.

3 comments:

Sam Sattler said...

"Simple pleasures are always the last refuge of the complex" - Oscar Wilde

Isabella said...

You're a lucky man, Cip.

patricia said...

You know, Cip, I can go away from you blog for a long time (I know, I'm a bad, bad girl) and come back, and just like that, I'm laughing and nodding my head and thinking just how brilliant and funny you are all over again.

'Tis true – the simple things in life are just so lovely. I know just what you mean when you wrote,

"I love when you are walking down the street on a cold winter night and you smell someone's fireplace giving off that wondrous scent of burnt forest, and it reminds you of something from a long time ago but you can never quite tell exactly what it is."

Except that whenever I smell that smell, I know precisely what it reminds me of...sigh.