Today I love “not enough” because when I feel like there is not enough of something it reminds me of the things I love. I love that there was not enough of Bob Wallace to go around and so we cling to his memory and celebrate the things that made him both famous and dear to us here. I love that even though there was not enough of him to go around and not enough time for him to share with us all, he taught us to share time and he’s still here when we think of him and do good things because we know that is what he would do. I love that yesterday on the first anniversary of his passing the whole area took on the project of 808 good deeds, sharing them on Facebook with the hashtag #808gooddeeds so that the whole world could search for and see how much he meant to us.
Today I love that there was not enough weekend because time off at home and at the cottage is such a treasured commodity. I love that there are not enough hours in the day because that tells me that I enjoy getting things done. I love that there is not enough Saturday mornings, not enough Sunday evenings, not enough Tuesday afternoons in the week or the year or any one life, because life is good and life is love and love is the richness we can share with others, fill others’ lives with and end up increasing the value of our own lives by so doing.
Today I love that I wrote my other blog post two days ago and so I have a bit more time this morning and will be heading out to take care of some things that are long overdue. I love that grocery shopping is on that list. I love how the weather feels perfect to me these days, hot enough to go swimming yet cool enough to be comfortable much of the time. I love that yesterday, even though I wasn’t feeling the greatest I still went kayaking and swimming, though not quite with my usual gusto.
Today I love that the porridge was already made and waiting to be heated this morning, ’cause I took care of that before the weekend started. I love that Tuesday is our Monday in this household. I love that we miss the rush back to the city on Sundays because of that Monday off thing. I love that the world swirls around me on Tuesdays with an air of having started without me and calling encouragingly to me to hurry and catch up. I love Tuesdays and their helpful ways.
Today I love drinking coffee on the front porch, Tuesday office seat while contemplating my friend Bob Wallace and the 808 (and more) good deeds that were done yesterday in his memory.