Ordinary
Write a new post in response to today’s one-word prompt.
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Funny that this word should come up today. After a session with a client yesterday, I was thinking about how thankful I am for what is ordinary in my life. Also, knowing that what I consider ordinary would be unattainable for many in third-world countries, I took some time to make a mental list of things that I consider ordinary that would be deemed as luxuries in other parts of the world. My car, for instance. By no means luxurious by American standards, it’s old–2001 vintage–and doesn’t come with all the bells and whistles new cars have these days. But it’s sturdy, comfortable, warm or cold on demand, and dependable. Ordinary.
I have a closet full of clothing. There’s plenty of food in our pantry. Today I will do laundry. For me, that means sorting clothes and putting them into machines that wash and dry them without my involvement. That’s ordinary for me. Not so for millions around the world.
I know there’s nothing new or astonishing in this post. I suppose that if it nudges any of those who read it to just take a moment to consider all we have in this country, all that we consider normal, and to be thankful, then that’s a good thing.
By the way, in Colonial times here in the USA, an ordinary was a tavern or inn where you could go for food and drink, and where a traveler could find a bed for the night.
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I didn’t know about the “old” usage of that word. So my house is an ordinary: food and drink, bed for the night. 🙂
Your list could go on and on. In winter when it’s bitterly cold I often think of the poor folks trying to survive on the streets, and say a special prayer of thanks for a safe warm home.
Conversely, I hear people advocating reducing pollution — which is a great idea — but I wonder if it’s all rhetoric, or are they willing to pay the price? Give up creature comforts and go back to “shank’s mare” and the old wood stove for the environment’s sake? Wimp that I am, I’m very thankful for my life as it is.
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Me too, Christine. The “good old days” surely had their downside!
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I agree with you. Most of the things we take for granted would be considered almost magical by my grandfather, who was a Canadian farmer. We are blessed in ways we barely understand! 🙂
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I give thanks, daily, for the good health of my family and the little things we ‘do’ have.
Thanks for sharing this wonderful post.
– Lisa
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Thanks for you kind words.
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