dark clouds

Dark and moody, like the best coffees

Today I love this dour day with its moody grey humidity and misleading warmth. I love that it is determined to work its way down to snow by this evening, determination always warrants my admiration. I love that it is grudgingly granting me time to deal with the last little bits of yard work to be done, and that those bits are indeed on my schedule for today. I love that the season may finally get started and therefore, by its arrival, be closer to its end for those who are incapable of enduring the snowy parts in good temper. I love the way that things are always looking up for me, that just as the snow and cold start, the shortened days reverse their trend and start to grow longer again. I love that we’ve already had enough snow to make a snowperson that only stood for about a day and after reclining on the lawn it subsequently drifted off and settled back into the earth. I love that there is gathering determination to continue the snowperson trend in our front yard. I love that winter was always a season for relaxing activities when I was growing up and that I still pursue that attitude today.

Today I love that yesterday I got a replacement sewing machine and it seems to be perfect. I love that I was mildly disappointed that it did not do zigzag stitches until I thought about how rarely I’d used that feature on my old one and then I said, “Meh …” and then I laughed. I love that among the thousand things I want to do today, putting the new machine in my old cabinet is among those. I love knowing that there is a working sewing machine at my disposal even though I rarely use it and can’t follow a pattern to save my soul. I also love that I’ve never thought at any time that my soul needed saving, so that works out with the whole sewing pattern shortfall quite nicely.

Today I love that the laundry is getting caught up again and the dishwasher is quietly doing its thing. I love that I got only a few things done yesterday, but they were big in their consumption of time. I love that things just keep moving forward despite worry and declination, because things have that magical fourth dimension of time and time will not stand still for any one of us, so forward it is. I love that as time moves forward we are getting closer to engaging in our next big adventure.

Today I love drinking darkly brewed coffee on this dim and dour day.