Today I love my aching body that reminds me every day that I continue to have fun and enjoy myself in spite of the pain and in spite of the fact that I’ll be in more pain when I do certain things. I love that I can swim 25 meters in 23 seconds even though I’m not really a swimmer. I love that I can walk over four miles in an hour when I put my mind and body to it. I love that I can work on something like a ceiling fan with my arms up over my head until the thing is up and working and then forget that I did that and wonder why my shoulders ache a couple of hours later. I love that shaking my head has become the new me and that *smh is a thing that shows up in online posts and conversations from me more and more these days. I love that I just shook my head as I was thinking about that. I love that I have lots of things to do today and that I’m hoping to get them done this morning so I can work on my next radio show offering this afternoon. I love easing my way into days that are busy, but I’m also willing to dive into them if they need that kind of aggression to solve their puzzles.
Today I love that I’m still hoping to get the new dragon boat club decal on the truck cap and I feel like today might be the day that it happens. I love that I was hesitant to cancel dragon boating last Tuesday night and then there was a huge thunderstorm with rain andÂ lightning right when we would have been out there, and I was happy I’d called it off. I love when things like that work out. I love how the lawn seems to be turning greener by the minute since our day of rain last weekend. I love that it is supposed to rain again today and maybe it might … but I doubt it.
Today I love the memory of cold orange soda in chilled glass bottles on hot summer days. I love reading in the back yard, and that I can live for a year in the space of an hour in between the pages of a well written book. I love barbecue. I love dinner out with friends. I love letters in the mail though I haven’t gotten one in years. I love crazy cast cement lawn ornaments. I love remembering berry picking in the woods and my mother and grandmother constantly talking about their worry of bear encounters. I love that I miss them so much because that is the indicator of how much and how beautiful a part of my life they were.
Today I love drinking coffee, ’cause it tastes like memories and memories yet to be made.