Contrast and Life’s Simple Pleasures

Thunder rumbled in the distance as she and her beautiful black and very large Labrador sat on the deck enjoying their supper together. While she knew dogs weren’t to have very much table food if any at all she could not resist sharing a bite of the bread from her sandwich she’d ordered from the deli down the way with him. If a chip accidentally fell from her hand just once during the meal would the entire world end.
So much of the time neither of them had even so much as a smidgen of respite from the daily stress of life and it seemed such a little thing.
She never would do anything to compromise the strict and quite expensive training her guide had received from the school she loved and admired so much but she did understand that even he had to cut loose every now and then.
Many called her a rigid handler. She kept him on a tight leash when out in the public. Refusing even the slightest pet unless they were standing or sitting inactive from any movement. Making sure he was given obedience training every-day without fail and keeping his skills honed to a sharp edge all the time not to mention that she kept his feeding and relief times on a very timed schedule. She didn’t mind. Time after time he’d proven that all those things paid off in a huge way. He’d endured many trials and hardships with her over their 7 years together even going into a nursing therapy facility with her for an entire month while she’d recovered from what had been a near death experience without so much as one blunder.
Now she sat enjoying the cool of the evening and the satisfied feeling she had as she finished her supper and second beer.
“Why?” She wondered as she sat listening to thunder muttering in the distance. “Why? Can’t we have this type of satisfaction every-day? Is it too much to ask that we have our needs met without struggle and strife? Is it too much to ask that our bills can be paid every-month on time and without having to do without such simple pleasures of life each day?”
As she gathered the trash from their meal and readied them to go back into the house she prayed…
“Thank you for the setting sun. Thanks to you now our day is done all our needs they are met. Thanks to you for what we have and for what we have not yet.”
It was all she could do to keep from saying…
“Can you not see to this all the time please?”
She knew that sounded selfish and ungrateful but if she could only make enough money so that they did not have to always be on the edge all the time it would be so very grand.
“I suppose if we did not have contrast these small times of pleasure would not seem so wonderful but how I would love to have what I need all the time without so much worry.”
When the door had swung shut behind them and she’d set the kitchen right again she made her way into the living room and to her favorite chair and as a crash of thunder roared over-head she knew somehow everything would in the end be alright.

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