Wheels

 

If you tell me that I am “your everything,” I am not going to know what that means. Everything could be all the good things and all the bad things in your life rolled into one. In that case “being everything” might not necessarily be a good thing. How about if you tell me that I am your “wheels”?

That would be amazing! I know wheels have to be the most awesome invention ever. How would we get through our day without wheels? My patio door would not slide, my garage door would not open and for sure my car would not leave the driveway! Without wheels we would be truly immobile. Yes please, tell me I am your wheels and then I will know how hard it would be to live without me.

I was praising my love of wheels last week when I hosted an appetizer class for Community Education. I had about 50 pounds of food and supplies that I had to drag across the parking lot and into the high school. I was in a panic because our flatbed cart was already being used at the school food shelf.

 

Then I remembered this amazing wooden wagon I had someone make for Zoe when she was a baby. I used this wagon for years to pull her to the local swimming pools and parks when we lived in the cities. It is a beautiful handcrafted wagon but my favorite part is the wheels….red with black tires. It worked like a miracle. I barely lifted a finger to move all of my kitchen supplies into the school. I thought, “I really love wheels.”

That got me thinking of other things that I take for granted in my life. If I overlooked something as important to me as wheels what else had I missed?

Windows! Wow…how dark my days would be without windows! Okay they need a little loving care this spring but windows are fabulous.

Water too…of course, it’s not just needed to live by drinking it; we also need water to do lots of things throughout the day. Clean the dishes, brush our teeth, showers and most of all to fill our lakes and streams because there is nothing better than sitting by a lake filled with water. (Let’s face it a lake without water is a field…just saying.)

 

Funny how the first three things I appreciate start with the letter “W.” It must mean I am getting hungry for waffles with walnuts and a glass of wine!

I’m lazy. But it’s the lazy people who invented the wheel and the bicycle because they didn’t like walking or carrying things.

Lech Walesa

Taste of Home columnist Sandy (Anderson) Holthaus lives on a farm in South Haven, MN with her husband, Michael, and their children Zoe, Jack and Ben. Her heart remains on the North Shore where she grew up with her parents, Art and LaVonne Anderson of Schroeder. She enjoys writing about her childhood and mixes memories with delicious helpings of home-style recipes.