Snapshots of Tauranga #47 – Small Pleasures

Something new, something frivolous in acknowledging those small pleasures that can get lost in the humdrum of everyday life.

There are a few of them when I look closer, even on a wet, drizzly autumn day. Though this first one took years to obtain because I hesitated and debated, none appealed; they weren’t so grand, even after purchasing Les a pair not that long ago.

I was hoping this pleasure would not involve harming an animal. Though, to be fair, that process was carried out humanely for the pleasure of someone wanting lamb chops rather than size 10 plaid sheepskin slippers.

Moving on to the discovery of pure unalterated pleasure. Oh my goodness, who knew such a purchase could bring so much pleasure? Even though it’s not even winter and barely scratching the surface of autumn, wearing them every day since the big splash-out has been bliss. Les already knew this intimate pleasure of a dead animal’s skin with the fur still attached and hinted at what I was missing out on for quite a few months, actually, nearly a year.

Donating Plasma

Okay, on the surface, this experience may not come across as a pleasure for many. Keep reading and don’t judge yet.

My next pleasure this month is donating a small part of me to the blood centre that has been instrumental in providing Les with blood for more years than I care to admit. On top of it, I happen to have a rare blood group, A negative—apparently, only 6% of us in N.Z.

I, and no doubt a few other people, already knew I was a rare gem, though not in demand as I am now, well, at least with the blood bank.

The Best for Last

Being with nature, in a garden, on a bush walk, or while spending time on a beach are some of my favourite haunts to walk. Especially that moment when viewing images, and WOW, you just happened to have captured more than you anticipated. A bit like life, don’t you think?

Linking to Thistles and Kiwis, a Wellington-based blogger who happens to be from Scotland.