Today I love city Saturdays in swanky hotels in the cement belt. I love that this hotel was really posh and “all that” at one time and the good parts still show through with enduring resilience, and the parts that are showing their age are either not relevant or have acquired a respectability because of it. I love that we’re almost on the top floor and the view is rather amazing in its reach, even if there’s not really much to see. I love glass elevators and elevators with windows. I love our traveling coffee maker that has its own little travel bag. I love traveling. I love dining out with good people who enjoy good conversation and good food. I love that I can work anywhere and anytime and I could probably live in a camper and just drive from town to town and see the world that way. I love that I’m too much of a home body to try that for more than a weekend at a time every now and again. I love that now that I’ve thought of doing that I’ll be looking at campers and Walmart parking lots in a whole new way, partly borne of excitement and partly of fear that I might one day be crazy enough to try something like this. I love that nothing is for certain, and least of all me, though I’ve been reasonably consistent so far.
Today I love that I got to meet Rick Green yesterday and he is a funny guy. I love that he never stops, and that what you see on the shows he has written is what you get in person, and that you just feel like you need to go on some “Adventures with Bill” when he’s around. I love the show about ADHD that he and Patrick McKenna made called ADD And Loving It, and that it is worth the price of admission to own a copy of it so click that link if you’re interested in this disorder at all. I love that Rick talked to anyone who wanted to talk to him, what a great guy. I love that he told me to write something slanderous about him but I don’t want to give away any of his dirty little secrets so I urge you to find out for yourself all you can about his secret life.
Today I love that I have all day to ponder and nap, and I only have a few little jobs to do, so I might just write a bit on a short story I started a few weeks ago, how’s that for being industrious? Or at least thinking about being industrious, eh?
Today I love drinking coffee in the hotel room with my coffee snob coffee maker sitting beside my computer while the sad old hotel room coffee maker sits cold, abandoned, and forlorn looking, and I am too happy to worry about it. Someone will use it next week, I’m sure.