Crumbs From the Corner: Adventures in Woolgathering

Friday, January 18, 2008

Rescued Treats

"When a small child...I thought that success spelled happiness. I was wrong. Happiness is like a butterfly which appears and delights us for one brief moment, but soon flits away."
-Anna Pavlova

Yesterday there materialised a bite-sized cheesecake adorned with a cherry, carried carefully home from a hotel inside my Spouse's jacket pocket. A delicious mouthful rescued and verily appreciated.
"For the children?" a colleague asked immediately after the conference as Spouse collected the remaining few desserts, before they were cast aside by hotel cleaning staff.
"No. For my wife," replied Spouse.
Wives enjoy an array of cakes as much as a child might. This one certainly does.
Yesterday after the sweet-toothed moment, my Spouse switched off the computer early and settled in among blankets to read 'The Stranger' by Albert Camus. Spouse is not particularly the sort of reader to enjoy a novel and it is a pleasure to watch any person read Camus for the first time. True, too, that the copy Spouse is reading is a well-worn edition extracted breathlessly from the murky depths of a thrift store and was meant, I am certain, just for us to find.

Never decline the opportunity to rescue anything, no matter how modest or transient. Unexpected surprises and serendipitous finds can make up the better part of a very good day.

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