Life's Little Pleasures

[Lost Student]

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But you can't delete the post from our brains. And the real horror will be the disturbing number of times in the coming decades when, during said little pleasure, I'll be reminded of you and your post.

[Bo Diddley]

Don't you mean P.C. pleasures?

[Katy Lied]

Summer rain after thirty years of living where it never rains in the summer.

The smell of petrichor.

One vine ripened tomato, at summer's peak, picked 1 minute before from your own garden.

[All-American]

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Don't you mean P.C. pleasures?

[Scott R Nelson]

Summer rain after thirty years of living where it never rains in the summer.

[falafel]

Wish you would have left the two dicks posts.

[Northwestcoug]

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It’s just biology bro. Sometimes life gives you an extra something. Nothing to be a prude about.

[YOhio]

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[Bo Diddley]

Sunday morning runs or bike rides. In Davis County, you have the road or trail to yourself.

This is the one I think of as well. When I worked in American Fork, I rode to work almost every day. When we had our weekend drills, I would maybe see 1-2 people on the trail on my ride on Sundays.

[New Mexican Disaster]

Gossip.

Friday afternoon from 5:01-6:30 pm.

Bad things befalling the University of Utah.

[clackamascoug]

Sunday morning runs or bike rides. In Davis County, you have the road or trail to yourself. And summer sunrises In solitude are more spiritual than most church meetings that come later.

The excitement on grandkids faces when they come to visit, and the quiet in the house after they leave.

The feel of a purely struck golf ball.

The anticipation of continuing a new really great book or tv series. That feeling of looking forward to when you’ll have a free hour or two. It’s far more common to find yourself in the middle of an ok or pretty good book or series, which makes me appreciate more the feeling when the great ones come along.

Saturday lunch at Caputos with the wife, and wandering the farmers market in Pioneer Park afterwards. Oh, and the black and white cookie from Carlucci’s for dessert.

Golf in the Kingdom - Haven't read that book in 25 years or so. It's true... a well struck golf ball, the flite in the air, and the landing where it's supposed to be is one of life's greatest pleasures. Recently hit a baby draw three wood off the tee to 3 feet, on a 220 par three.

If I had only made the putt it would be a better story.

[chrisrenrut]

Sunday morning runs or bike rides. In Davis County, you have the road or trail to yourself. And summer sunrises In solitude are more spiritual than most church meetings that come later.

The excitement on grandkids faces when they come to visit, and the quiet in the house after they leave.

The feel of a purely struck golf ball.

The anticipation of continuing a new really great book or tv series. That feeling of looking forward to when you’ll have a free hour or two. It’s far more common to find yourself in the middle of an ok or pretty good book or series, which makes me appreciate more the feeling when the great ones come along.

Saturday lunch at Caputos with the wife, and wandering the farmers market in Pioneer Park afterwards. Oh, and the black and white cookie from Carlucci’s for dessert.

[Bo Diddley]

This. A thousand times this. I love my AC seats and white car now that the summer heat/humidity is here.

We get it. You have a sweet ride. I might want that if I lived in Texas too.

[clackamascoug]

Seven year old boys fishing.
Whales feeding and lazing off shore.

We've got our Utah relatives up here in Oregon this week, and they rented a place in Lincoln City that is right on the sand. I cleared the schedule yesterday and we drove to the beach to spend the day with them. The mother of the Spencer (the seven year old) told a funny story about how he approached her before the vacation and asked if he was going to be able to do any fishing on this long road trip. She said she didn't know for sure, but he was welcome to bring his fishing gear with him and if they found a place they would let him fish. So were just sitting in a big circle talking and eating lunch and Spencer comes up to me and asks me if I know of a good place to go fishing around here. I looked to the mom for a directional cue and she nodded ok... so said, pointing inland, that there's a place over there called Devil's Lake and people have been known to fish from the shore, or from a dock, or from a boat. He said thanks... he heads off to his room and comes back with a rod and reel, a tackle box, and a hat, and says to his dad... I'm ready to go fishing. The dad looks to the mom and she says, looks like he's ready to do some fishing... do you want to take him. The dad is anxious to blow the scene anyway... and because of licensing... Spencer is the only one to fish. Dad and son take off to go fishing. Turns out the dad googled a boat rental place on Devil's lake and got a aluminum skiff with an outboard and motored Spencer around the lake and dropped the line in a few places and caught some fish. They released the fish telling Spencer they were too small and needed to grow more, or that there was too much food at the house so there was no real good reason to kill the fish. Anyway... Spence comes back happy as a clam and with huge pleasure and excitement told his mom and everyone all about his fishing adventure. The whole thing beginning to end was so cute as he took his fishing seriously and got it done.

As Spencer was fishing, the family went down to the sand and hung out along the waters edge. All of a sudden my BIL shouts "Thar she blows!" Sure enough a whale breached and a puff of water spouted about 300 yards from shore just where we were. Soon there was another, and another, and for the next three hours several whales frolicked just off shore from us. You could see their flukes splash and one even breached the water and splashed side ways. It was the first time I'd eve seen such a thing and was fun for our Utah relatives to see it too on their visit with us.

[old_gregg]

Your small kids' faces when you bring them home a small unexpected gift for no reason. Your baby's face when you go in to get him out of his crib in the morning. The calm that comes over the house when the kids are finally in bed for the night. Laughing uncontrollably with your siblings. Crisp October Saturday afternoons made for football.

this shit brings a tear to my eye bro