the bay

Cool, clear water

Today I love October swimming, even though the bay was less than 58°F or as we say, 14°C. I love that it was bracing and fun, that it made me feel alive and that, even though I’m not well, it made my head feel clear and I never got a chill from it. I love that, although my voice is raspy and my head hurts and my sinuses are feeling congested, my lungs aren’t feeling any effects from whatever this is which is good because my lungs were feeling bad enough before. I love that even when I’m sick I can find things to love, go me! I love my old hockey jerseys, both of the Leafs ones and the the Team Canada one, and I love that I still believe I could play hockey if I had to, though I’d probably get set down hard in less then sixty seconds and end up in the dressing room getting first aid, ha ha. I love knitted and crocheted things to wear. I love that it isn’t winter yet. I love that many of the leaves are still hanging on and shaking golden in the wind as we drive back and forth through the country side taking care of things at home and at work and away.

Today I love that there is nothing pressing for me to do this day, but lots of things I can do, so I’ll be going back and forth I think from resting to taking care of odd little things around the house. I love that my biggest project for this day might be to put a timer on a vent fan, or I might leave it for another day, but either way I’m oddly excited about doing that. I love that I can’t keep my legs still for very long or they start to ache so I’ve started flexing them every few minutes and my mind thinks I’m exercising them so I’m going with that. I love that my legs and the rest of me are never still for very long, I love always being busy, I love that I am the jittery, bouncing person that I am.

Today I love the smell and feel of paper books and the fond attachment I have for them. I love the convenience of e-books and the idea of having a huge library in my hand all at once. I love that this paradox bothers me not at all. I love words and the way they have gathered me up and carried me with them, running in the herd of words and word purposes. I love that I am at home with words.

Today I love drinking coffee while I feel ill, and while I find ways to ignore that feeling.