electrical current detector

Sonic the screwdriver …

Today I love fresh frost on cars and trucks and tree branches and things, Winter painting pictures on any surface she finds usable. I love how the world is still alive and ever changing, even when it sleeps. I love the feeling of it coming back to life slowly, each step in the evolution of a year being done in a set pattern, first one thing, then the next, these must wake up and then those must bud. I love the way the snow goes away, some with rain and some with sun and some with wind, then the ground marinates in the nutrients it left behind, storing what moisture it can in secret places to be wicked up from the depths when the summer dries it out so very much. I love the careful way everything is prepared like a clock spring being slowly wound and then … the hour strikes and everything will explode into vast sheets of green with highlights of every other color. I love the anticipation of spring almost more than I love spring. And I love winter enough to make up the difference and then some.

Today I love that there are no holes in my ceiling save the one where the new light fixture will be going. I love that, with a little bit of luck there will be no drywall sanding left to do by the weekend. I love the whole way that the changes being done here are subtle but at the same time will have a great effect on the place. I love that I will be up in the attic today helping out, though I don’t really love the attic much. I love dreaming of having a house with a rough finished attic, but I am okay with a completely unfinished one because they are easier to work in when you need access to wires and ceilings. I love that the job in the attic today will not take long.

Today I love freshly made oatmeal. I love that I found my tool pouch. I love that my partner calls my electrical current detector a “sonic screwdriver” ’cause that’s just hilariously Whovian. I love seeing kids wandering the streets because of March break, like they’re practicing for the coming summer. I love that we need to go out and buy chocolate and a couple other things from the bulk food store. I love that Thursday is the harbinger of the death of a week as the weekend draws nearer. I love that Thursday tastes like a drink you want to chase with something Friday like.

Today I love being alive and well to drink coffee because I have a sonic screwdriver to assure me of the safety of my situation.