Today I love the basics, like laundry getting done and food prepared for the next little while and getting caught up on my writing and figuring out how to sort out problems so they can become “not problems.” I love that my pharmacist called because she noticed I hadn’t gotten my script refilled and she was worried I had forgotten. If you live in or near my town and you’re looking for a good pharmacist, go see Sally at Sally’s Pharmacy. I love how quickly things return to normal after they’ve been different, like when we get home from visiting with friends and all of a sudden it’s just the next day and everything’s back the way it should be. I love that I’ve made so many friends lately and they all seem to be people who are willing to give folks a chance to prove themselves. I love how the kinds of people who would rather decide what others are like without evidence or experience voluntarily weed themselves out those peoples lives and often out of the lives of people who stand up for others, every life’s garden should be so easily weeded.
Today I love that yesterday, Leila eventually smiled at me, and waved, before turning away and giggling and hiding. I love that William asked me how old I was and we pretended I was ninety-one-hundred (90,100 … I checked and this is what he said) years old, which is fairly accurate from where he sits I figure. Today I love that it doesn’t matter how old anyone is, if they are willing to engage in life and laughter then they are just the right age. I love that most of the people I get to interact with quickly realize that I am closer to 12 than to 90, at least emotionally.
Today I love leftover ribs and sandwiches and pasta. I love the sun shining in through the patio door and the brightness of my world now that there is snow all over everything, at least for now. I love the feel of sunshine in the winter, the way it gently cuddles you and whispers to you, “Let me warm the southern hemisphere for a while now, and I promise I’ll be back to warm and light your part of the world much better than this.” I love that I fall for that same old line every time, and that every time, the good old sun keeps its word.
Today I love sipping coffee by the sunny patio door.