Today I love having a day off where I have nothing to do but sit on the front porch and write, post some media releases, clean up the kitchen, do some laundry, make lunch and supper, straighten out the great room, weed the garden a bit, get some groceries and put my tools away where they belong. I love lazy days. I love that I find it relaxing to be busy because it drives me crazy to sit still, though I can manage to do that if I’m reading. I love that I am missing my new to me kayak and would love to be out on the water right now. I love that there may also be some lawn mowing going on today, though I’m not convinced that it needs it yet, not very meadow like and I really love a meadowy lawn. I love that there are plans for stew tonight and I love that the school-boy in me is looking forward to the old macaroni and fake cheese sauce lunch today. I love the sunshine and blue sky of this day, the wisps of mare’s tails in the sky and the sweet, soft breeze that is gusting in gentle puffs bringing me wonderful, cool air here on the front porch. I love that I am planning to come out here and sit whenever I have a coffee today and possibly for lunch time as well. I love that there is furniture outside that calls to my soul and says, “Come hither and ponder.” And so maybe I shall.
Today I love that there is no dragon boating this week because, even though I love plying the waters around here in our stalwart little boat, having a week where I do not have to plan around those things is going to be a bit of an exciting change and will get me ready for the times ahead when we change to winter speed and go back to curling. I love that I cannot help smiling when I think about curling, even though I know people grumble about the winter. I love the thought of getting back on the ice and throwing stones so much that I’m really looking forward to going to some of the “learn to curl” nights to help out, and to pick up some tips.
Today I love the green and pink blush of the tomatoes starting to ripen on the vines out back. I love the tense feeling of the neighborhood children as they both dread and anticipate the beginning of school soon. I love my memories of school, I would go back in a heart beat if I could. I love that when I think about school I often gloss over the bullies and the struggles I had with conforming and tests and daydreaming and remember the glory of discovering things and books and friends and the smell of new text books and pencil sharpeners and bagged lunches and things like that. I love that my memories are mine to command.
Today I love drinking coffee on the front porch while this perfect day just drifts lazily by on the clock.