So, this pandemic has been a great teacher and we have learnt many valuable lessons that will last us a life time and all that.I get it. I GET it. And I am grateful. Every day. For all my blessings. I couldn’t be grateful-er, honest to God. But there are some blessings that are so mixed, it’s difficult to tell where gratitude ends and aggravation begins. Then the much desired ‘attitude of gratitude’ starts wearing off.
Here then, is my bouquet of mixed blessings.
1. I am thankful that I have food on my table and in my cupboard and my refrigerator and on my mobile (the food delivery apps). But I am not really thrilled with the dishes that stack up after every meal- waiting to be washed and leering at me in a sinister fashion if I try to ignore them. Especially the bigger ones- the pressure cooker and the ‘kadhai’- they are real bullies. They take up most of the space near the sink, spread out their handles and lids and sit there. Looking. Just looking- like- are you going to wash me or not?! The little ones- plates, cups, spoons and bowls all stack up neatly and kind of blend into the background. They’re like- don’t mind us; we can wait. No, I refuse to be grateful for the dirty dishes that seem to multiply for ever and ever. Amen.
2. I am indeed to blessed to have a safe roof over my head and a comfortable home to lockdown in. A home that allows me to social distance without any trouble whatsoever. And work from home without any hassles.Now, if only my house would also clean itself. Or, I could go to sleep at night and little elves would sneak in quietly to sweep, mop and dust everything in sight. And in the morning I would wake up to shiny floors and dust-free surfaces. What bliss! My problem is that I am a lazy, procrastinating so-and-so. And cleaning/clearing up is not my forte, at all. The most I can do is a room at a time, with utmost reluctance. Which means that at any given time there is always some space of my house in dire need of a clean up. That gift that keeps on giving, remember? Yes, that’s another name for DUST.
One would think of a gift that kept giving to be something desirable- like money in the bank at regular intervals (without having to work for it, heh heh) or 8 hours of uninterrupted sleep every night; you know- the kind of stuff that one really needs. But no, we have to be grateful for gifts that come with several strings attached instead. Or that send us on endless guilt trips (there’s another gift that gives generously of itself)On the brighter side, thanks to these never- ending gifts, I now get enough exercise without having to step out of the house. Yes, FAT is another gift that just doesn’t know when to stop. Or maybe I don’t know when to stop bingeing? Hmm… What can I say- it’s a Gift!
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