Little sister and I were hiking on Sunday when conversation, in between huffing and puffing, turned as it sometimes does to things apropos of nothing at all. Mary brought up the subject of indulgences, the little luxuries that help make life ever so much more endurable.
If, and it’s a big if, money and logistics were no object, what would be your fantasy luxury?
For Mary it would be a fresh bed every single night. A fresh bed with perfectly tucked, best-quality cotton sheets which, she emphasizes, have to smell good too. Ahhhh, I love this idea. Not enough to go upstairs and make her a fresh bed today, but I so understand the appeal.
BH came up with his, surprisingly enough, without a second’s hesitation. Chinese Foot Massage every night for the rest of his life. He’s tried unsuccessfully to find something comparable state-side, so I know the anticipation of a proper foot massage helps him endure the interminable flight to Taiwan each year.
Oh-oh, my turn. With my mind all abuzz, I struggled to imagine what on earth my luxury might be. Somebody to clean up each evening after I destroy the kitchen? Nah. A helper in the garden? Sheesh, am I such a drone that all I can think of is work-related assistance?
And then the next morning, it came to me in a flash. I realized I already had my luxury. It had simply fallen into the category of “things I take for granted.” It’s the super-duper coffee machine BH unexpectedly came home with one evening. With the push of a button, it grinds the beans and dispenses the most heavenly cup of fresh coffee imaginable. Complete with the little swirl of crema on top. It even steams the milk. Yes, this is definitely my luxury.
And Max? Well, this week he’s had the ultimate luxury every little Westie boy longs for: complete and utter devotion from his “Aunt Mary,” although he has had to endure a dress-up session. Have you ever seen such a look of canine resignation?
How about you? Is there a luxury, real or imagined, you’d like to share?
Thanks for reading,