Today I love the rain tympani on the roof and window as I wake up to this soft, wet, wonderful Saturday of potential adventure and exploration. I love that, even though I am inside and in bed, the weight of the rain feels like it is holding me down and keeping me from moving. I love the that there are pieces of blue sky passing over to the west even as the rain still falls, love that it is obviously clearing slowly. I love that if I work really hard there may be six new blue wooden chairs at the cottage by Monday but even if I take my time and enjoy the process leisurely I’m pretty sure I can have two of them stained and assembled with the other four in various states of completion. I love how weekends work, pushing me to do things yet chiding me to take the time to enjoy it all, counting down the minutes until they are over while all the time presenting opportunities for excitement and contentment. I love how clean and wonderfully warm it is now that I am out on the front porch and the rain has simmered down to just droplets falling off of eaves and tree branches. I love that the robins are singing of the glory of a clearing sky.
Today I love the farmers’ market run we made, that we got wet in the outdoor vending area, that we bought some plants and fish and bacon and breakfast and veggies, and that we saw lots of friends and acquaintances. I love that I realized my next radio show episode falls on Fathers’ Day. That’s a cool thing, ’cause I know some pretty good fathers and I get to salute them. I love that some of the fathers I know are women who have been given the job because the need arose and they are amazing at stepping in and doing what needs doing. I love that if one looks beyond the hedges that our patriarchal society has thrown up one can easily and quickly find that people, no matter their gender, are capable of a lot more than society would have us believe. I love that I know people who are sterling examples of this truth.
Today I love the smell of sage and tarragon plants. I love the smell and taste of saffron. I love that I hit out a big bucket of balls at the driving range last night and my shoulder is aching like I played eighteen holes in under an hour, which is probably what I did without the driving around and without the putting. I love sports cars and dreaming about having one someday, even though I know that if the opportunity arose I’d probably get an electric Fortwo smart car.
Today I love drinking coffee while the day waffles between clear and cloudy, sunny and dull, and I get ready to work on new chairs.