Today I love this home that we’ve returned to after a wonderful weekend of work and play. I love that as soon as the work was over this past weekend we went on a spree of fun things and didn’t let the cold stop us. I love that we are hardy and hale and some of us eat kale. I love auld Scottish words like hale which means whole, and so it should. I love that back here at home the fireplace is flickering away and the laundry is rumbling in the next room and the air outside is cold and rich with oxygen. I love that we have stated intentions of returning to Niagara Falls in the summer sometime and I love that that’s just an addition to a growing list of destinations of intention that I hope exceeds our grasp because I would hate to run out of things to do and see, and places to go, wouldn’t that be a disappointing moment in time. I love that there are a bunch of things that need to be taken care of here at the house and I’m just going to go ahead and do some of those after I’m done writing because there are few feelings as quietly good and fulfilling as accomplishments. I love that some of those things can be done online and that just makes my old brain go, “What have we come to in this new day and age???”
I love that a dust of snow fell all over everything last night and it was just enough to fill in the dark blotches and make the blanket of snow we had seem more perfect. I love that my antibiotics are done, done, done and though my finger is note perfectly happy yet, I’m hopeful that it soon will be. I love how much I wish I could touch type, and it isn’t that I can’t it’s simply that no matter how much I try, I’m still so much faster using just two of my fingers. I love that I’m feeling rather scattered today and in looking back over what I’ve written it does indeed appear to be quite scattered. I love that, even if my paragraphs are uncomfortable with that, I am not.
Today I love cars and trucks that are red. I love impulse shopping when it means someone got something they really enjoy. I love stupid house rebuilding TV shows that seem to contradict themselves in each episode. I love plans for stew. I love that we can decide on a meal and then reach into the big old freezer and there’s our ingredients right there.
Today I love drinking coffee while the laundry rumbles and the fireplace breathes warm air out into the house and everything feels homey.