we all need a little bliss in our lives. bliss is not like pizza, you can't pick up the phone and order the nightly special with a side of bliss, then eagerly await some young man in a beat up old japanese car to knock on your door with a box of bliss under his arm enclosed in a bacteria infested insulated shoulder purse. no, bliss takes a little work. and of course there a lot of negative nellies out there who make a career out of avoiding bliss, preferring instead to become perpetual and professional wet blankets. so don't let some asshole wet blanket infringe upon your bliss.
at the moment i am not immersed in bliss but i have the next best thing, the promise of bliss this evening. i experience a dollop of bliss most evenings with the aid of music and television but tonight will probably be the last night of a seasonal immersion into bliss that can only be experienced in the summer weather. at this very moment my bed sheets and pillow cases are baking in the mid day sun. there are very few things that can match the feeling of bliss i experience when sliding into bed with fresh sheets that have dried in the sun. this will certainly be a blissful experience worthy of being imprinted upon my mind. perhaps with enough blissful events imprinted upon my mind, the magic of neuroplasticity will create some permanent pathways to bliss in my rapidly aging mind.
as my old buddy deepak is so fond of saying and it bears repeating; sat chit ananda, sat chit ananda, sat chit ananda..........
gutters clean, furnace replaced, mighty sonata serviced, adios cracker factory. yes, it is time to count my blessings and enjoy the moment. my pension is a little fucked up at the moment but as i am also so fond of saying, who gives a shit? i have clean fresh sheets.
this song has given me many moments of bliss since i stumbled upon a review that tied it to don quixote. did dylan have the knight errant in mind whilst writing it? i doubt it, but old bob is a mysterious guy so it might just be possible. turn down the volume on your sound system, enjoy the magical understated musical introduction and dream of dulcinea del toboso.
i love you sons of bitches, so you got that going for you too.
17 comments:
Yes, I can see how the prospect of fresh sheets does it for you. For me, it's the prospect of fresh fruit. Will you be harvesting anything soon?
after a stellar start, the tomato crop crapped out.
but i picked up a few absolutely beautiful pears this morning for 49 cents/lb to go along with the super crispy and fresh apples i bought yesterday. yes, life is good.
Don't think they would delivery a pizza out where I live.
So how is retirement life?
Coffee is on
retirement; so far, so good. luckily i have the rip to give me oodles of unconditional positive support. god bless dogs.
Fresh sun-dried sheets are indeed blissful. Years ago I stayed in a B & B where they dried their bed linen over lavender bushes in the sun. Double bliss.
Rainbows do it for me too. Every time. And the scent of rain-washed earth.
did the b & b include a description of the bed linen in their ads? it would be a deal clincher for me.
yes, few things beat a nice green forest in the morning sun after a heavy rain the night before.
Nothing in the ad. Just a totally unexpected treat. And it was. Probably over twenty years ago now, and I smile thinking about it.
Enjoy those sheets, BP, and have yourself a great fuckin' weekend.
elephant - i guess they could guarantee sun dried bedding due to unpredictable weather.
mr shife - thank you for your continued support. sheets be good.
your sweet heart is one of the things that brings me bliss.
how did I miss this song by Willie? holyfuckme...sigh*
it's from the "i'm not there" album. an excellent album of various people doing dylan covers.
Enjoy your bliss..
Right now bliss is the summer heat backing off.
I think the words bliss and blessed are interchangeable.
blessed;
blest vs ble-said?
Good coffee, the smell of sausage frying in the skillet, acoustic guitar music, the sound of my precious wife laughing. Yes, bless indeed!
sounds excellent to me mr rat. half the battle is being blessed and the other half of the battle is appreciating being blessed.
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