Today I love boiling kettles that bubble and laugh and make hot water for tea and other things. I love the sounds of happy kitchens that echo hope and cheer in the morning. I love when fresh coffee tastes exactly the way you remember it tasted from the day before. I love laughter and smiles. I love that we ate out at the Oregano Bistro again last night and had a lovely meal. I love good food that is made fresh when it is ordered. I love that it always tastes perfect and I love that knowing that will happen makes that food easy to wait for. I love that there is nothing on the menu that isn’t good and sometimes it takes as long to choose from the menu as it does to eat. I love that we are home from our rambling adventures for a little while, possibly for a couple of months as there seems to be little on the horizon that might call us away. I love that I really missed curling last Friday night, missing things means they’re good things to have in my life, and I love that I got to go last Monday, I’m pretty happy about that. I love that there’s a chance I might get to go tonight as well, so there’s that to maybe look forward to. I love that I finished the first draft of a short story on the weekend and that it is the first thing I’ve finished in a while, so I’m sort of excited and at the same time miffed with myself about my recent lack of production and these two conflicting states are making me laugh a bit.
Today I love that on this day we remember those who have fought for our freedom. I love that we do this whether or not we agree with the idea of war. I love that this is not the day that we discuss war’s validity, this is the day that belongs to those who chose to protect and those who where sent whether they chose to go or not. This is the day we honor those who lost their lives and those who lost their wellbeing, who lost friends and family, those who lost their way, so that we would have the freedom to find ours.
Today I love that breakfast is done and the dishes are cleared away and the laundry is on and rumbling away in the next room and the fireplace is flickering happily and the scene outside is one of Wintry whiteness and all is good right here in the big old reclining office chair. I love being home and cozy as much as I love being out on adventures. I love the fact that I can feel as good about getting ready to hit the road as I can about getting ready to hide out at the cottage or even hide out at home and just pretend we’re away.
Today I love eating homemade porridge for breakfast again. I love all the different things I write and all the different places those things end up going to. I love good words, and even bad words when they do their job.
Today I love drinking coffee while winter wanders around and ponders getting ready to settle in for its yearly visit.