Finding joy in the little things.
When we were kids, there wasn’t much watching TV. We played outside. We read books in our rooms. I thumbed through all of the hardcore teen and music magazines to find the latest poster to pin up on my wall. We went for walks as a family. Climbed trees. Built forts. And often at night when the day was winding down and we still weren’t watching much TV, my brother and I would often head for the basement with our dad. To play ping pong. I wasn’t as good as either of them, but I loved it. We had a lot of fun and many very competitive nights at that table.
So when one of our neighbors dropped off a handwritten note last week that said:
“Ping-Pong Party in the basement. Sunday 3pm. We’ll provide beverages, just bring yourselves and a snack!”
.. I did everything possible to get us back home in time to take part in the celebrations.
Two of our neighbors had found a table, cleared out a section of the community basement where about 15 bikes stood in a dark area only days before.
They put up lights.
And when everyone joined in the other afternoon .. it was the best game room I have been in, in a long, long time.
Thank you J & R for one of the best, most relaxing, wonderful afternoons in a long time. Look forward to the next match.