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Last Saturday was a relaxing day for Mrs. Tim and me. There was nothing pressing on the schedule, so we slept in a bit. Our daughter (Offspring #3, Daughter #1, or her preferred title – The Favorite Child – TFC) had to be at the bakery at 0600, so she was gone before we got up.
After rising, we had a light breakfast, tea, and cereal for Mrs. Tim, coffee for me (prepared in advance by TFC), and perused the morning paper (an old habit that is hard to break). We discussed some of the news items and did the Word Jumble. But the main topic of conversation was a September trip to two different nieces’ weddings, which were a week apart, the first in Colorado, the second in Virginia. The exciting part is that we began firming up plans to stop and visit with our favorite Ricochet member (@she) along the way. That made us pretty happy.
Then, we went to the gym for a workout. As we were leaving, we decided to get smoothies. Mrs. Tim, a VERY considerate woman, called TFC to see if she wanted one. Well, TFC was still at the bakery as they had lost a ticket for a groom’s cake (for that day), and she and a workmate were scrambling to get it done. TFC said they’d like smoothies, so we got two extra and went to the bakery and I ran in to give them to TFC. She spotted me, came over, and took them with an appreciative smile and an “I love you, Dad.” That made me happy.
After a quick shower, we went to 1600 Mass at our church. We’d asked to have a Mass said for my sister-in-law’s sister (who recently died of brain cancer) and for Boss Mongo; this was that Mass. As they read the intentions, Mrs. Tim and I followed along as the lector asked the congregation to pray for Mary Elizabeth Greenstreet and LTC Brendan Welsh USA (ret). We felt sad at their passing, but also happy that God gave us the opportunity to know them, even if only from afar.
After Mass, I delivered Communion to my 90-year-old mom, MamaTim, who hadn’t felt well enough to go to Mass. We chatted for a bit, and I made her smile with some witty, off-color remarks. She was happy I stopped by, and I was happy that I did.
For dinner, Mrs. Tim made baked zucchini and pasta as I grilled pork tenderloin. After, we played a rousing, if somewhat slow-moving, game of Scrabble in which Mrs. Tim beat TFC by one point; yours truly coming in a poor third. The meal was good, and the game was fun. That made all of us happy.
Then, after TFC went to bed and Mrs. Tim settled down to her reading, I wrote this post, which made me happy.
But the thing that made the biggest impression that day occurred as we were driving to the bakery, and it took no more than ten seconds, if that.
We were driving down a busy street in a solidly middle-class neighborhood. The houses were well kept, but rather close together; and the front yards were not very deep as the street had been widened after the neighborhood had been built.
As we drove along, we spotted an older white lady (maybe in her late 70’s) talking with a black gentleman (maybe in his fifties) in her driveway. She was handing him a plastic grocery bag of what looked like fruit. They were talking about it, examining the bag’s contents, both with big smiles on their faces. As we passed, the black gentleman leaned down and gave the woman a heartfelt hug. They were happy.
The very next house had a twenty-something couple, a man and a woman, casually dressed, posing for a picture in their front yard. They were together, arms around each other, holding hands, with big smiles on their faces. A woman, whom we presumed was the mother of one of the two, was taking the picture. It looked like they were taking an engagement photo for their save the date postcard. And they looked so happy.
As we drove on, Mrs. Tim said, “Little snippets of life.” And I understood exactly what she meant.
In this busy, contentious world, we sometimes don’t appreciate the little things that make us happy, like planning to meet someone we hope will become a good friend, doing a little favor for our child, remembering friends that have gone before us, taking a little time to make a loved one happy, enjoying the company of those who are most precious to us, and being able to see others, even total strangers, experience joy in their lives.
What are your Little Snippets of Life, those little occurrences that made you stop and appreciate things?Published in