Today I love cottage mornings, cool air and bright light and memories of yesterday’s kayaking adventures out on the bay. I love that yesterday the bay was roiling and boiling with rollers and even the odd white cap and today it is quietly laying there with peaceful ripples and looking back at me as I stare at it as if to say, “What? Rough water? Me? I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I love the feel of a chilly damp deck under my bare feet in the early morning as we say goodbye to company that stayed over on their way through to the vast western side of our gigantic country. I love that they are already on the ferry that will take them immediately into the southern part of Northern Ontario and that they intend to make record time on the road. I love my country and want it to represent what a nation can be when it recognizes that it is a part of a greater whole, not an entity solely unto itself. I love to think of the world as a sport and each country as a team, and though one team may win one year or another, the sport improving is the real hope. I love playing the game of life here on the planet Earth.
Today I love that it is Tuesday, a working day, but we have opted to start our day out here at the cottage and let the day unfold as best it can around our schedule. I love that the plan is to head back to the city at our leisure and attempt to slip back into our normal working routines through the back door and hope we aren’t spotted coming in late. I love that I’m telling all of you this because I trust you to keep our secret. When you want to do the same thing you can tell me and I’ll do what I can to distract people from noticing that you’re missing until you get back. 😉
Today I love the rumble of the Roomba in the cottage because who wants to vacuum the cottage when the Roomba is happy to do it for you in its confused and infuriatingly random way. I love that I quickly learned not to watch it because it is stupid, rolling cheerfully away from a big piece of dirt that it was just about to pick up but that it missed because it suddenly decided to change directions.
Today I love drinking coffee and thinking about the wild sea of yesterday while the Roomba rumbles and the bay says, “Not me, dude.”