When Every Day Is Christmas
My sister sent me an email recently, and in it were several cute quotations. This one in particular caught my eye:
“A truly happy person is one who can enjoy the scenery on a detour.”
Fits me to a “T”.
If there ever was an oxymoron that often describes my normal conditions and feelings, it must be something like “he smiled sadly”. I must drive people nuts, and on more than one occasion, okay, on more than several thousand occasions, I have been reminded that the world is not ready for a truly happy person!
After all, here’s what it is like to live with me. I am 62 years old, and every morning of my adult life, no matter how terrible things were, and there have been some terrible times, I have opened the front door of wherever I lived and looked out on the world as if it were totally new and a wonderful thing that I have never seen before.
We recently moved (again), and by day two in the new place, my wife, who loves me dearly but is of a Mediterranean temperament, was ready to toss me (the mad Irishman) to the wolves, or sacrifice me to Etna…whatever! I could not wait to open the same boxes we had packed just days before with things we had owned for years! I even secretly opened one today just so I could see what was in it.
I actually enjoyed it. However, it was over all too soon. I think I will have to secretly rip open another box tomorrow to get my next fix. We have several stored in the shed nearby. Maybe I can slip down there after she’s asleep.
You see, the problem is, she thinks we are supposed to open boxes and put things away in an orderly fashion, while I just like to open boxes, ooh and ahh over the contents, and then open another box. If I put things away in an orderly fashion, I would miss out on half the fun of my life…finding long lost wonderments on my bookcase, in my desk drawer, under the desk (dresser, bed, and assorted other pieces of furniture).
To me, every event is something to be savored and admired, no matter the smallness in the minds of those around me. I have actually had to restrain myself from pointing out garbage that made an interesting collage along the side of the road.
A few months ago, my wife and I watched “Finding Nemo”. If you see it, I am in there, only I am a female fish named “Dory” and have the voice of Ellen DeGeneres…which is as confusing to me as it is to you. If you have not seen the movie, Dory cannot remember anything for more than a couple of minutes and is continually having to be reintroduced to the life going on around her and which she has been a part. I can relate.
I guess I had better wrap this up. I was supposed to be checking emails and then joining my wife in the living room, but then I got this great idea for this article…
Well, at least I didn’t leave the garbage can in the bedroom like that other time.
Hmm! Sounds like she’s in the kitchen. There’s the kitchen drawer…wait a minute! That’s where the knives are!
Gotta go!
Donovan Baldwin is a Texas writer and a University of West Florida alumnus. He is a member of Mensa and is retired from the U. S. Army after 21 years of service. He owns an online cell phone store located at http://TexasPrepaidCellular.com .

























