Sometimes, you just need to make a list of simple things that you like. I did that this week.
I like fresh summer tomato sandwiches with Duke’s mayonnaise on white bread. Not whole wheat or some kind of multi-grain.
I like being kissed by women over 75 who hold your face when they kiss you. I also love telling those women how beautiful they are and watch them blush and act almost embarrassed.
I like when young adults say “Yes, sir.” I’m old enough now for them to do that.
I like when I say “Ma’am” or “Sir” in a big city and folks don’t know what to do.
I like all six verses of “Just As I Am” after a good summer sermon at a revival or campmeeting. I do not like it sung 5 times over. A friend of mine calls that “Sing them into the Kingdom.”
I like fresh sheets on the bed.
I like really good pound cake with a very cold glass of milk.
I like funerals where you leave with a greater amount of love and respect than you came with.
I like Road Runner and Bugs Bunny cartoons. I think Chuck Jones and Friz Freeling should have a holiday in their honor.
I like my mother-in-law. I’m just warming up to my father-in-law. It’s only been 14 years.
I like when the puppy jumps up on my chest. I do not like when he turns around and puts his backside in my face and blocks my view of the TV.
I like when I pick up the phone and hear “Hey Honey” or “Hey Dad.” I do not like when I pick up the phone and hear the recorded voice of “Mary in customer service.”
I like when someone says his or her kids played outside all day.
I like holding a hymnal in my hands at church. Even if I know all the words.
I like talking with a friend who is the only person who gets a story. I like when we both talk and laugh at the same time.
I like people who you feel like you’ve known forever.
I like people whom you have known forever and you can just pick up your friendship where you left off, even after a few years.
I like going through buffet lines where you don’t need the little cards to tell you what is being served.
I love saying “Bless Your Heart” to someone who is going through tough times.
I love saying “Bless Their Heart” about someone who is borderline crazy.
I like when I see people who knew my Mama or Daddy and loved them, too.
I like trucks with “three on the tree” shifters.
I like when people know what your talking about when you mention “RAs,” “GAs,” “WMU,” “BTU” or “Brotherhood.”
I like when someone says that a relative worked for “the phone company” and you don’t have to ask, “Which one?”
I like the church on my way to work that has a neon sign that says, “Jesus Saves.”
I like songs that make you cry.
I also like songs that make you laugh.
I like the smell of the air in Montana.
I like peeling a peach and keeping the peel intact.
I like when folks used to say things like “I Suwannee,” or “I’ll be John Brown” or any other euphemisms.
I love when people have that old South drawl where they roll over the “r” and say words like “chuch” and “cah” instead of church and car. Where men named Charlie are called “Cholly.”
I like that I can still remember some of this.
Harris Blackwood is a Gainesville resident whose columns appear on the Sunday Life page and on www.gainesvilletimes.com.