Week 41 in the year of pleasure.
Here I am, in my temporary, in between places, place.
Happy enough to be in between. Happier than I thought I’d be.
Seventy eight points, thirty four last week.
And a 78:1 pleasure to pain ratio
A selection of the pleasure
So hard to choose only a few from 78. Seriously, 78. I’m going to have to go and check whether that’s a record number.
It is a record.
I had to go to the boot of the car, which is of course where these things live when you’re in between, and found that 72 is the previous highest number of pleasures reported in one week.
Woah. Thaas nice.
There are some that stand out, even though they’re all very, very shiny and delightful.
Being taken seriously
My in between place is lovely. Yet my lovely friends don’t share my need for order and peace.
I knew this was the case and thought I’d just quietly and without comment or fuss, take up the job of bringing as much order as I needed by myself.
I wasn’t counting on meeting the least hoovery hoover on the planet, making order bringing, at least on the floors, a tad harder work than I had expected.
I ran it over one particular piece of carpet many tens of times without it picking up a single dog hair.
I thought maybe I’d just have to get a bit more manual about the whole thing, and employ dustpan and brush, in a make the best of it kind of way.
My friend understands my need for order and beauty and for care about the place and understands that the hoover is less sucky than any other hoover, and went and bought a new hoover.
Bought a new hoover!
Because it’s important to me!
There was also polishing.
Out of sheer gratitude I hoovered the wooden venetian blinds with the dusting attachment.
You want to move in now, don’t you.
What a joy.
It was just lovely to walk over those floors in my socks without crunching grit, crumbs and gathering dog hair, but the best bit was that someone would do that because it was important to me.
I’m very touched.
Amongst stimulating women
I had a chance this week to talk management development in a stimulating, exciting possibilities, kind of way with some great women.
Brain perking up and enjoying itself and being appreciated.
And there was warmth too. Which is what made it a real pleasure.
Barefoot padding on silk rug
If downstairs is all yang, upstairs has yin a plenty.
Hardwood floors and ceramic tiles downstairs and the constant click click click click of Jack Russell claw on said hard floors.
Upstairs has carpet. Oh, lovely lovely, soft, quiet, warm carpet.
And then, as if that weren’t enough, on top of the carpet is the most beautiful silk rug.
I pad about way more than is necessary just for how good it feels under my feet.
Paperwork and phone calls
Moving house just has so much administration attached and I’m reaching my limit with it now.
I haven’t been so bored in quite a long time.
More of my day than I’d like is spent attending to dull, dull stuff. Often more than once because it didn’t happen right the first time I phoned or wrote.
Car insurance documents chased 4 times, waiting for 20 minutes at a time to get through.
I think I’m getting close to being done now. But it doesn’t help knowing I’ll have a load more change of addresses to do when I move to my permanent place.
Before the year of pleasure I don’t think I’d even have registered that this was not how I wanted to spend my time.
Ignorance was not bliss though and I wouldn’t go back to not noticing.
The pain I did something about
At a certain point with said paperwork I felt something inside me. A sort of energetic collapse with pitiful weeping.
I’d have ploughed on before the year of pleasure. I’d have said things to myself like
“Come on, nearly done”
“You’ll never get through it all if you don’t keep at it”
This time I took pity on myself, lay down on the sofa and closed my eyes.
Ten minutes rest I thought. I didn’t even feel sleepy.
One and a half hours later I woke up feeling nicely rested and in the mood for a gin and tonic.
The Pleasure Posse
Using the #itsapleasure hash tag on twitter this week
LadyChrisMyers Fantastical massage on Wednesday. Mmmm, I love being a limp noodle with a goofy smile on my face. #itsapleasure
paulineesson Off to round up the pleasure and the pain for this week’s pleasure report. Be gone a while, plenty of pleasure this week #itsapleasure
How about you?
How much of a pleasure has life been this week?