I’m a firstie on the daily prompts. I generally have a lot of ideas of things I want to write about. I take for granted I can get to writing one of these, whenever. I have a computer and electricity and fingers. And all that.
Yesterday I was watching a news channel and saw a segment about a ship that does humanitarian medical work all around the world. They’d stopped in the Congo. Or is it just Congo. It’s “Republic of the Congo.” Hmmm. I just take it for granted that I can go Googlin’ while the people in Congo wait in line to see a doctor for seven hours. The report said some of the adults had never seen a doctor. Ever. I remember how sick some of them looked. I think of getting in to see my doctor – often the same day. I had a heart attack a few years ago. I got flown on a helicopter to another set of doctors. I was always grateful. But I know I took that level of care, for granted.
I recently went to Europe for a couple of weeks. It was hot. I remember eating inside a restaurant at night and sweating. I take air-conditioning inside restaurants for granted. I remember sweating while I was peeing. I take air-conditioning inside toilet stalls for granted. I was riding inside a subway car and sweating. I take the air-conditioning inside subway cars for granted. Some people I know tell me they don’t have AC. I gasp. I take being a wuss for granted.
I take it for granted that stuff just works. The TV comes on. The ice maker makes. The microwave nukes. I have eyeglasses. When those things don’t work anymore, I get new ones. The places I shop have food and stuff on the shelves. If they are out one day, they will get more. And then I can go back and get more.
My friends are there when I need them. And even when I just want to hang out.
My students come to class. And they do what I ask them to.
My son will get off the bus. My oldest daughter will go to the gym and my other daughter will come for dinner when we’re having red meat. These things just happen. And my stepson will come over on Notre Dame game night.
My husband brings me coffee in bed every morning he is home. He cooks on those days. And he vacuums and does the shopping. I take it for granted I can just do job stuff those days.
It’s good to have moments to think about things taken for granted. What is the saying – “you don’t know what you’ve got ’til it’s gone?”
I am grateful I can take things for granted.