Today I love the promise of rain. I love how it seems like Mother nature is threatening it, but we need it so badly here that it is the thing we want most to be threatened with. I love that she only makes it seem threatening so that we have time to bring in the pillows from the lawn furniture and roll up the car windows. I love rain anytime it falls, but I truly adore it when we need it badly. I know that we are almost beyond saving many things that need rain desperately but I will still love the rain when it comes. I love that it is supposed to be here at nine thirty Eastern and that that kind of suggestion would have made my grandparents laugh. I love that they have suddenly changed that time to nine fifty, and I’m not hopeful for that either, since according to the radar map it looks way more like ten thirty to me. I love that my grandpa would have said, “Told you so …” ’cause who can really predict weather besides the groundhogs? I love that I am watching the grey clouds roll this way from my front porch office .
Today I love that it’s Friday and it has a Friday feeling to it. I love that I have plans to do so many things today and I have grave doubts that I’ll get them all done, but dammit I’m going to try. I love that the weekend is looking busier than ever and that makes me happy. I love that part of the busyness is to schedule some spontaneous relaxation and if I have anything to do with it that will be a high priority. I love how Friday is such a dichotomy, clearly a working, weekday, but so much a part of the weekend anymore that we cheer it almost as loudly as we do Saturday.
Today I love fresh pasta. I love that we have no recipe for pasta sauce so it’s never the same twice and I can’t remember the last time we were unhappy with it. I love that there is a whole bunch of food in the fridge, ready for eating, too good to be called leftovers, but too much for us to have eaten when it was made … contrived leftovers? Maybe. And I love that. I love that good food is such a big part of loving life.
Today I love drinking my coffee in my front porch office in the comforting cloak of cloud and the oncoming promise of rain.