Today I love week ends and how much I look forward to celebrating another successful completion of that cycle of days. I love that my weekend starts at seven o’clock, though often I’m at the open mic at four and that’s more fun than work so the end of my scheduled responsibilities are often blurred into my scheduled games and adventures. I love that though I am not hosting the open mic this week there is general talk in this household of attending and possibly participating today. I love that next week I’ll be there with bells on and keeping things rolling along, making sure people are comfortable and happy as they take their turn on the most welcoming stage ever. I love that I have one more appearance to put in as the God of Good Fortune today and this gig includes lunch so don’t tell me being a God is a thankless job. Ha! I love that I cherish these unique experiences and that somehow they fall into my lap, and though I don’t know why that happens I am thankful that it does. I love that I have ideas for songs all the time and I’m hopeful that my finger that was infected and now chooses to complain at being strained is slowly letting me play my guitar again. I love that I have lost a lot of the words to my music from my head because I have them written down and recorded, and now maybe there’s room to work on new ones.
Today I love that tonight is game two of the last draw at the curling club and I have had a great year. I’m sad that so many people left the Friday night mixed league, but I love that the mass exodus gave several of us a chance to take on new positions on teams and I have had a blast being the skip of my own teams this season. I love that I had never been a vice and had to get my vice to switch with me for a game just so I could get a feel for playing that position. I love that when I look back through my memories on Facebook I see that I’ve been posting about curling for many years even though I’m only in my third year of playing.
Today I love friends that sing, friends that read, friends that write and/or recite poetry, friends that dance and friends that act and friends that paint and take pictures and sculpt, and I love friends that ponder the wonders of the arts and support the arts, for they too contribute to the composition of it all, their imaginations are the invisible canvass and their hearts and souls the invisible medium with which all artists work.
Today I love drinking coffee and contemplating this wonderful week’s end on this fine Friday.