Best Things

I thought I had writ­ten a list of things I real­ly like awhile ago but I can­not find it. So I will do it again. I must be get­ting old.

• Hand­writ­ten, addressed, stamped and unmailed let­ters. Espe­cial­ly piles of ’em. There is some­thing quite sat­is­fy­ing about that sight. [I know I’ve writ­ten about this. Why can­not I find it?]

• Books. I men­tioned to my bud­dies yes­ter­day that I think a book is the per­fect inven­tion. There is noth­ing about the design, imple­men­ta­tion, use or use-val­ue of a book that in any way peeves me.

• Blan­kets. I would rather wear shorts and a t‑shirt in win­ter and wrap up in a blan­ket than wear pants and a sweater.

• Tough Back­rubs. This is the best way to fall asleep in my opin­ion. A lot of elbow grease had bet­ter be used at first, and by the time it is over I should be fast asleep and drool­ing all over. Then toss a blan­ket over me and I’m set. Equal­ly good are mas­sage par­ties. When this hap­pens every­one is always mas­sag­ing a foot or a leg or a back or an arm or a neck of some­one else. The peo­ple get­ting arm mas­sages are tak­ing a break. I only did this once or twice in col­lege but it was quite refresh­ing. It is best done drunk­ish.

• Berries. In order of impor­tance: Black­ber­ries, Blue­ber­ries, Rasp­ber­ries, Lin­gonber­ries, Straw­ber­ries. I like ’em all.

• Sleep.

• A Full Stom­ach. Not full to burst­ing full, but food coma full. Where you just want to lean back, put your hands on a dis­tend­ed gut and con­tem­plate every­thing being digest­ed. Also going along with this is the feel of a real­ly cold glass of what­ev­er flow­ing down the gul­let and then spread­ing across the chest.

• Empyt­ing out my tack­le box, clean­ing it and putting every­thing back in it.

• Fish­ing.

• Com­plete­ly friv­o­lous con­ver­sa­tions about mean­ing­less things that will nev­er hap­pen. Such as: Who would win in a fight and why: Gold­en Bear or Tony the Tiger?

What are a few of your favorite things?