coffee grounds

Just a short thought before heading off to bed.....

As I was cleaning the kitchen tonight (one of my least favorite things to do), I rummaged around picking up "things". Everywhere I look there are little things just left to chance. The sugar container moved from the shelf to the counter and not replaced. The pile of books to be put away. The few dishes in the sink drainer that may not be dry from the dishwasher. There's always something. But then there's the coffee grounds. Oh my goodness. I don't drink it.....Mike does. So I feel it's his responsibility to clean up after himself and empty the grounds when he's done.

My grampa passed away almost 9 years ago. I remember his laugh and teddy bear hugs. How he sat in his favorite blue recliner. I remember how he used to cough and clear his throat. And how he used to make me breakfast when I woke up after sleeping the day at their home when I was in nursing school. These are my memories. But you know a memory that my granny remembers? Coffee grounds.......that sounds crazy right? But not really. You see...she used to get frustrated with grampa for not emptying the coffee grounds when he was done with the coffee. But after he passed away, she said how she wished she could fuss at him just one more time. One more time to fuss about something little and insignificant.

I don't write this to make people cry (as I am bawling as I type this). But what I do want is for you to take each day in stride. Don't fuss over the little things. These are the things that make life go round. The things that make life "work". Yeah, those little things might be nerve racking, but they're just THINGS.

So today, stop fussing over the coffee grounds. Life is short and there may come a day when the coffee grounds are no longer there. Tonight I'm thankful for them.

Renee