What is that like? I usually like Shiner beer (although I’m not a committed beer drinker).
Back on May 5th, I awoke with two thoughts in mind. It was Saturday, the day I always help my mom with errands, and it was Free Comic Book Day, something I intermittently partake of, but had every intention of doing so this year.
Near the end of the errands, I was at the supermarket with mom when I saw a sign announcing a Cinco de Mayo special. It then hit me: May 5th was the day my beloved girlfriend died. All of a sudden, I felt empty and depressed…but I let myself feel it. It’s been 17 years, and lots of healing has happened since then. The feeling passed in a few minutes.
Later that day, before the trip to the local comic book store, I was in a different market and saw a crumpled five dollar bill on the ground. Some lady rolled her cart right over it without seeing it, after which, I picked it up. I didn’t see it as a five dollar bill; to me, it was an extra free comic book.
That night, thinking back on the day, I put it all together; thoughts of my beloved and finding a free treat. In my mind, these events are unconnected in any cause-and-effect way, but in my memory, they will always be connected. This thought gave me more satisfaction on a deeper level than any found money or free comic ever could.
The HVAC register for our den is in the corner beside/behind our loveseat. For a couple of years now (I really wish that were an exaggeration), I’ve been meaning to replace the old register cover with one which has more adjustability I bought for the purpose. The old one directed half the air up against the adjacent wall where it just washed along behind the loveseat and essentially got wasted.
This weekend I finally replaced it, and adjusted the vanes so that 100% of the airflow comes as much out into the center of the room as I can make it. Last night, while leaning over to grab something, I felt the warm air hit me right in the face, and I thought to myself, that’s nice. Then I thought about how much nicer it’s going to be in the summer when it’s cool air, and got even happier.
It’s a dark colored wheat beer that has a nutty and peachy taste. I’ve had holiday/seasonal ales that smack you over the head with powerful spices. But this is rather more moderate/subtle. It’s a good introduction to holiday beers for a non-committed beer drinker actually.
Thanks. I’ll give 'er a try! 
Two from the SDMB:
The return of the Feud! I really enjoy it and I’m so glad it’s back (thank you Delores). And another is a game I like to play here: I look for a really long thread with lots of replies, then I only read the OP and the last post in the thread and try to imagine how the thread got from the topic of the OP to whatever people are talking about in the final post (if that makes sense); then I read the whole thing starting with the last post until I find where it took the weird turn.
I cycled back from the shops late this afternoon, west to east. The clouds in the east were very dark, but the sun behind me lit up the autumn colours of the trees so that they shone against the dark background. A perfect autumn view.
That’s my small pleasure.
j
I sold my house last spring and recently purchased a condo in great need of fixing up. Naturally, there were delays so I had to move in without having finished floors or appliances in place. It’s all an adventure (frequently frustrating) and every little thing I get accomplished is a small pleasure. Currently, I have 2 spoons, 1 fork, and a plastic knife. I’m surviving. I was thrilled the day I found the box with the plates and bowls. Yesterday, I found my box of turtleneck shirts and winter socks and mittens. Today, I found my polling place (a very odd-seeming church that I must look up on Google) and went to the hardware store to drop of screens for re-screening. It feels good.
Took my 2 girls for a ride in the car to the post office and the store. Car ran well, girls behaved, got some killer deals in the 1/2 off discount bin at the store.
Finally got all three bedrooms and the kitchen painted. A big relief.
I do not see my brother very often, but we were at mom’s place last week, and it is disturbing how we click. We were downstairs working on a chair, debating how to do the bracing when mom came down and asked what we were doing. We said “we’re arguing” in absolutely perfect unison. Scared me a little, it did.
We went to a small Turkish restaurant on Sunday for my mother’s birthday. Good food and a nice ay’s visit with family. Today I opened the box of double pistachio and pomegranate Turkish Delight I picked up while we were there. I only had one small piece, but it was exquisite! I can look forward to eating one piece after each supper for a couple of months. I would have happily scarfed the whole box, but that’s a really bad idea for a diabetic.)
Whenever The Bros get matched for Pictionary or any game including Pictionary-like phases, the rest of us know we’re just going for second place.
None of us can understand what Littlebro is drawing. Middlebro has been known to guess right just seeing how Littlebro holds the pencil. They haven’t set an agreed code or anything, they just shared a room and a box of colored pencils for that long.
One time they asked me “why are you smiling like that?” after they’d thoroughly trounced us again. “Oh. Well, it’s fun seeing you two lose… about thirty years? when you play together.”
Yeah, well, my brother got fed up with a place he was working in Clearwater, and/or his wife, took off and disappeared. When dad died, more than a quarter of a century later, I was stuck with rooting him out and dragging him back into the family. So it still seems a tad odd to me how well he and I click.
Foster dog Ginny has some behavioral quirks we’re working on, but early in the morning when I get up, she remains calm and quiet in bed while I get ready. Then, when I come to her with the leash and chuck her under the chin, she closes her eyes in pleasure and makes this goofy snaggle-toothed grin. Then she stretches every muscle elaborately and comes wiggling closer to be harnessed up.
In the summer when it is shorts weather dutring the day. When it cools off at night and I finally give up and put on jeans it feels so good.
Brian