Today I love catching up on everything. The dishes are half done and I will finish them as soon as I’m done writing, the laundry is on, things are being shuffled around and put away, errands are being planned for and scheduled and the vacuum is waiting patiently for me to take it to all the places and show it all the corners and hallways that have dirt and hair and lint for it to gobble up. I love that I seem to have nothing more to do this week but clean and write and cook for the long weekend. I love that yesterday was supposed to be a busy day but the wheels fell off of that cart before it was even loaded and we just rested up from the weekend and enjoyed the ease and comfort and solitude. I love hearing people talking on the phone in another room when their conversation is punctuated by laughter, and it’s even better if I’m busy writing and can’t hear the words because I get to imagine all manner of fun things that could be causing such laughter and joy. I love the homey sound of the washing machine dealing with the laundry. I truly love being home and warm and dry, even if I also love leaving home and being on adventures like urban safaris.
Today I love that I cannot shake out of my head how cool the underground labyrinth of downtown Toronto is. I cannot get past the comparison my mind automatically made to the city planet of Trantor from Isaac Asimov’s Foundation series. I will drift back there in my thoughts for a long time I’m sure and will always want to return to see it and walk it again, even if just to assure myself that it is real. What a long way a farm boy has travelled from one room schools and a crossroad community of less than 100 people to have arrived at such a future as we presently have. I love that there are actually miles of tunnels and spaces and stores and squares and stairs and escalators and ramps that I walked on and through, and that I didn’t see even half of them.
Today I love market bacon and I love that we bought twice as much the week before because we knew we’d be missing the market last Saturday. I love that it rained in the night last night and when I awoke in the dark the sound of the raindrops were really quite comforting. I love that the world just doing what it is supposed to do is all I need to feel good about my place in it.
Today I love coffee in the freshly rain washed morning.