Thank you, Dayle, for hosting, Simple Pleasures ... what a mid-week "lift"!
Having spent the last few days trying to out-wit a stubborn head cold, I've rediscovered crazy pleasure -- simply by recalling a childhood ritual.
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In momma's household, there was no room for argument!
Salt-water gargle, a vaporizer and extra steamer blanket might accompany the ritual.
On special occasions, I was permitted to come downstairs to watch TV… to loll(!) on the living room sofa ~ which boasted not one, but two (top and bottom!) freshly ironed sheets.
Warmed “honey milk” and tapioca pudding. Why, being sick was almost pleasurable!
Who has time for that sort of thing nowdays?
All grown up now, I'd laugh off any suggestion to re-enact.
Just the same, I like what Flavia has written: "Remembering is a journey our heart takes into a time that was ... and our thoughts are the only tickets needed to ride."
Yes, Vicks still has a place in my medicine cabinet … and in my heart.