In my immediate family we have two unders (my parents) and two overs (my sister and I). This worked out okay because the toilet paper holders in the two bathrooms in my parents house are the only two holders I’ve encountered where there is really only one way to insert a roll in order to access the toilet paper. The downstairs bathroom, next to my parents bathroom, is indented in the wall and you can only get the TP off the roll if it spools from the underside, making my parents happy. The upstairs bathroom has a similar set up, but is very low in the wall and TP can only be successfully accessed when the it spools from the top of the roll.
So it was never an issue.
At our place in Maine that is not the case. The TP holders stick off the wall and it’s whomever changes the roll who determines whether it comes off the top or the bottom.
I was just in Maine with my pop for a couple of days. He said on Monday that he just wanted to do something exciting. Outside of physical activities there isn’t a lot to do up there, and dad has some physical challenges these days so he can’t really do physical activities, so finding something exciting can prove challenging.
It happened that a roll of TP was nearing it’s end so I walked out of the bathroom and said, you want excitement? In the neverending war of over/under - who will be the one to determine over/under for the next roll? Actually I’m pretty sure I made it sound WAY more interesting than that, but I can’t remember exactly what I said.
You want to know what my dad, the champion of under said?
“I hope it’s you, when it’s over it makes me think of you.”
I will acknowledge right here that my family has some . . . interesting discussions, you may even call them weird. And this, well, this all may seem strange, I totally get that.
But that moment, when my dad looked at me and told me that he hoped I was the one who changed the roll, because I was heading home and he would be up there alone for a couple of days before my mom, sister and nephew arrived on Friday, and he wanted that little reminder - that was a very sweet moment for me.
That was a moment where the universe reminded me, once again - as it does on a regular basis - how very much I have to be grateful for.
Some other examples, you say? Some other examples that don’t involve toilet paper? Really? You can’t see how placement of a roll of toilet paper can be related to gratitude?
Okay . . .
The woman I met who was diagnosed in 2010 with systemic scleroderma.
The woman I met who, with her husband, was trying to decide whether they should stay married or divorce.
The woman I met fighting stage 4 cancer.
The woman I met who can’t imagine ever being happy, having never had kids.
The several widows/widowers I’ve met who lost their spouses, suddenly and young.
The people I know who deal with diabetes - every day, still maintaining an exceedingly active lifestyle.
My friend who recently lost a job.
My active dad who can’t stand up straight, and thus can’t breathe well, and thus can’t participate in the active lifestyle that he is accustomed to.
The horrible looking accident I passed on the highway.
The man I heard about on the news who died - after falling off a golf cart.
My friend who was poisoned by her prescription medication, she’s okay thankfully.
Point being - no matter who you are, no matter what is going on in your life, I know there is something you can find to be grateful for, it’s just a matter of looking for it.
For me, this week, it’s my dad wishing I could stay up at the cabin with him. He’ll have company come Friday and I’ll be back there on Saturday night after work. And there you go, more reasons to be grateful.
Like I said, just look around, you’ll find them.