The letter for today is: S, where I feature satisfied and Satsuma.
To my mind, satisfaction comes after a job well done. I've washed and bleached my curtains after months of looking at them and knowing I should attend to the work. The whole process of taking them down and cleaning the windows put me off. But now, after so much work and effort, they're hanging over the gleaming windows again.
I admire them each time I glance over. I'm satisfied. Now, it's hard to understand why I put the job off for so long.
In the same way, a bag of Satsuma's sits on the fruit trolley in my pantry. I eat fruit as the first meal each morning. Each item must be peeled, cut and deseeded. A Satsuma is the most difficult to prepare. Or maybe I'm too fussy. Under the peel, white pith sits tight against the fruit segments. I like to remove the substance rather than eat it. I slide my thumb nail under and ease as much off as possible. It clings to my nail when I try to flick it off.
Do you know what? I get more satisfaction from eating a Satsuma than a slice of prepared pineapple.
It would seem the painstaking effort is the very thing that leaves me satisfied.