warmth
Posted: November 16, 2012 Filed under: figures of speech, history, pearls of wisdom | Tags: dryer, family, my history, the importance of small things, travel, warmth 16 CommentsSometimes the little things are lovely too
I stand next to the dryer, the house cold as if
it knows soon it will stand empty, barren. I open the door
as reds and greens tumble to a lazy stop. The goosebumps
across my chest and shoulders urge me to hurry, but I savor
the moment, taking time to choose exactly the one I want.
I slide it over my head, push my arms through it, and the clean
smell fills me while the warmth, and the touch of fabric paints
me, covers me, protects me. I grab my coat and head for the car,
unable to resist smiling.
On my way to the Jersey Shore to be with my family for Thanksgiving 2012.
bwthoughts 
I hope you all have a great adventure and a happy Thanksgiving, and come home safely.
Russ
thanks — We have much to be thankful for.
Family – 1 😦
you are always in our hearts! 🙂
Oh, I love this. There’s nothing like a warm shirt straight from the dryer. Have a wonderful Thanksgiving!
so there! i can smell the clean top x
Happy thanksgiving and safe travels. Warm regards to the family
thanks, I shall endeavor to keep one especially warm ( smile )
I’d better resemble that remark or else!! 🙂 Can’t wait for our vacation–finally!
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Happy Thanksgiving Bill!
and to you ( although I am sure you feel it one of our wierd American dohickeys )
I want you to know how glad I am that you stop by and comment. I really value it.
Thanks Bill, our thanksgiving is the first Monday of October, did you know that? But The USA does it better and one day I hope to celebrate American Thanksgiving in the states.
It always a pleasure to stop by.
did you see my note about email? If you ping me I can tell you the other part of the story. wasn’t sure you saw it.
haha yes but then I forgot! Will send an email now. 🙂