Today I love the considerate rain that waited until today to fall. I love that it is falling gently now as it did before the weekend, and that though we have work to do still it is work that can be done in the rain even though we’ll be getting wet. I love that my new to me truck just died because that proves that it is a Summerfolk thing and had nothing to do with the vintage or condition of my old Dodge that served so faithfully. I love that my new to me truck has worked like a horse right up to the point where I needed to move it back one more inch to drop a trailer onto the hitch and then it just. wouldn’t. start. I love that I don’t really have any feelings for this truck yet and may never, and so I’m not hurting or suffering with its pain. I love that it has been a good truck so far and that this will not change my opinion of it, because Summerfolk always seems to bring out the difficulties in my vehicles. I love that we always figure these things out. I love these great adventures.
Today I love that this is my last day on construction for this year. I love that the cycle starts over. I love that it is always different, and yet always familiar. I love that I will be moving on to many new things now. I love that my next big project is a little show at the cottage for friends and neighbors with my friend, Shawna Caspi playing as the main attraction and me opening. I love that before the show I’ll have her in the TV studio to do an episode of Our Community Stage and then I’ll have a little interview with her for a future episode of Georgian Bay Roots, and that makes me pretty happy.
Today I love strawberries in my oatmeal. I love that I could smell the coming rain since yesterday afternoon and it was delicious. I love that the breeze, though very humid, is cool enough and brisk enough that it feels fresh when you’re out of the rainfall. I love people who are always ready to help. I love people who are always concerned about their friends and the situations they might be in. I love people who accept that they will never be reimbursed enough for the work they do voluntarily and yet they keep volunteering because they know their own worth and whether or not it is recognized by those they volunteer for, they are content with their own value.
Today I love drinking coffee, under the backstage roof turned picnic shelter, for the last time this year.