Today I love old buildings that speak of more beautiful times. I love architecture that represents a specific time. I really love Art Deco, the period, the art, the architecture, the embellishments, the lines, the simplicity. I love finding myself on old streets that speak of times when they were the center of their world, the main street of their neighborhood, and full of buildings that were built to fit in to that specific occupation. I love small towns with a main street that is still the main street, unthreatened by the boxes on the edges of town because those boxes can’t find any value in the markets that those little main streets serve. I love that I can see that value, see it clearly and see that it runs deeper than money and stronger than uber-consumption. I love rolling through small towns and feeling, just barely, their character in the aura of their buildings and the people walking the sidewalks with purpose on their way to get help with this or that. I love that the difference between a main street and a shopping complex is that the main street is there to help the customer, the other is there to generate the appetite of the consumer, and I love that I know where I’d rather go when I think about what I would do to relax and find my way.
Today I love that the roads were fine for us on our way to the Wednesday office, and the day’s weather may yet prove to be satisfactory for our return this evening. I love that we keep proving our mettle in these wintry days of challenge. I love that I have met every challenge in my life with enough strength and courage to manage to get me to this place here and now and this is a good place to be and I am content with my life as it is right now. I love that being content does not mean easing off or laying back and giving up, it only means that I am not wasting time contemplating failures when I can spend that time meeting challenges and embarking on adventures. I love that my life is one great adventure. I love that I can sum up my future life hopes and plans with two words … Watch This!
Today I love heavy cream in my coffee. I love decadent baked goods and I love that even the simplest of baked goods can be decadent. I love that the richness of something draws more truthful value from who created it than it does from how much was paid for it. I love the art that explodes from my community when beckoned to create things and bribed with a theme. I love that this is exactly what happened when the call for submissions went out for the Year Of The Pig Chinese New Year’s Art Show. I love this town and all the talent it contains.
Today I love drinking coffee in the little café I call the Wednesday office on the thriving main street of this thriving little Wednesday town and thinking about how rich and wonderful my home area is.