Yesterday a friend and I went resale shopping for some clothes for her winter wardrobe. A rural Oregon wardrobe consists mostly of the type of clothes that, in many parts of the country, you would not walk to the mailbox in them. She needed some basics-waffle weave tees for under her flannel shirts, grubbing-around type pants, lots of pockets, sturdy cotton, wooly sweaters, things like that. We found several good buys at the local Salvation Army and Goodwill, but I also found a number of things for a friend who will be passing through on her way to Tucson for the winter. She needs lightweight, light colored things that repel the heat and are dressier than we wear here. Found a tee with a sequined flamingo, WOOOT. No I didn't buy it, though she'd look great in it, but I recall that she does not like pink flamingos (esp. plastic ones, though this was not plastic). The deal of the day was a good name label, top of the line jacket for $4.99 that must have sold for $160. or more. My friends' gonna love it. Is this simple pleasure?, yes it is. I was present in the moment the whole time we shopped and aware that each of these moments, hours, days does not come again. This is the real thing, not a dress rehersal. Valuable time spent with valuable people doing something that brings pleasure to all, what could be more simple?