Today I love my family, I love that today is the fifty-sixth occurrence of my family’s McKinlay Reunion, love that we are still doing this, love that I have been to all of them except maybe one. I love that we still meet even though there is not a single person with the name McKinlay any more though there is at least one of us that were born with that name. I love that I will bring my usual nineteen piece bucket of chicken which starts out as a twenty piece bucket but doesn’t make it to the picnic intact, hence the family joke. I love that I got motivated yesterday and made rhubarb custard pie to take as well, and that I got over motivated and made a second one for us here at home so we wouldn’t be disappointed if the one at the picnic got eaten completely. I love cooking for my family, and I regret that I did not make my traditional Cream Crowdie for them, but they’ll just be all the hungrier for it next year, so that’s okay. I love that all the people who have ever been to our family reunion will be there today, many as memories, shadows that you think you saw standing off to the side, smiling at the fact that we are still gathering in their names. I love that even if it isn’t my legal name, I am McKinlay.
Today I love that we got to do almost everything that we set out to do yesterday. We swam lengths at the pool, ate breakfast at the market and got our market supplies there, made it out to Ted Rusk’s memorial called Tedstock, and took in a house concert where we made some new friends. I love that the day was so full of love and determination. I love that I found some extra strength in the pool and swam 25 meters in under ten seconds … well, no, I didn’t, but it seemed like it at the time and I impressed the hell out of myself and may have to actually time myself and see how well I do.
Today I love the famous rhubarb custard pie I make. I love plans to look at freezers and kayaks today. I love that we just decided that this morning and that’s the way we roll … sometimes. I love that we can be spontaneously spontaneous or steadfastly steady and we don’t have a problem with that dichotomous paradoxical way of life. I love my life.
Today I love lying lazily on the front verandah, drinking coffee, and writing words, and waiting quietly for the moment when I will jump into action and hit this day hard and wrangle all the fun I can out of it for me and my family.