Tuesday, 17 April 2012
Things That Brought Joy - Tuesday
I hardly dare show the above picture (which I've kept deliberately fuzzy); it's a plate of chocolate which we bought in a shop in Ludlow today. You may consider this a very poor and certainly greedy kind of joy, but as we had hardly any chocolates for Easter it was about time to restock the larder. We buy chocolates in bulk - yea, yea, I know, stop sneering, and there's no need to feel disgusted either. It's not as bad as it seems, there may be a dozen bars or so, but I shall collect them all and put them away as soon as I have finished this post. They'll go into the treats cupboard and come out over the next month, bit by bit, until there's nothing left. Oh joy!
The reason for the chocolate orgy is that I've been to Ludlow for the first time in many weeks, to attend a session of the U3A German Conversation group. I don't go in winter and since March I've always been busy on meeting days. We had a lovely get-together, even the chap who usually monopolises the session with long-winded, often incoherent ramblings, was less voluble than normal; he had a cold and possibly a sore throat; a pain for him but a boon for me. The members' fluency in German is varied and there are few rules to govern the conversation, but we do tend to stick to literary subjects when we are not having a free-for-all about events that have caught our attention since the previous meeting. I think they were pleased to have me back, I'm the unofficial dictionary, being the only native German speaker. Obviously, that felt good, and as we also read and discussed several modern German poems I had not read before, the whole occasion proved to be a great pleasure. I shall definitely try to get to the next meeting, which is on May 1st and I shall take with me the great socialist battle anthem "The Internationale" in the German translation. That should prove interesting. More joy! I do love stirring the pot.
I could get used to this exercise in awareness, it works. And no, I do not see it as counting my blessings. Counting blessings is something good, even Christian; I find joy in rather more mischievous occupations too.