Today I love good old laundry day, because even if I don’t get through all this laundry it still makes my world normal to have a laundry day and to listen to those machines working away while I do my own work. I love that the last couple of weeks have been kind of cray-cray and I love that when an old guy like me says “cray-cray” many folks roll their eyes, but I find it funny when they do that so I’m going to keep it up. I love that the last couple of weeks have been kind of cray-cray because I know when things like that happen a time will come when things become normal again whether it’s a return to normalcy or the acquisition of a new kind of normal or a little of both. I love that laundry on the go is all about that return to normalcy for me. I love flashes of images in my mind of my grandmother and her old wringer washer by the back door sink and her admonitions that the wringer could chew a boys arm off so I was to stay back, even though at the time I couldn’t reach up high enough to touch the actual arm chewing wringer without getting something to stand on first. I love that I have traveled through time from that long ago to a time now when I throw the laundry into the machine and push a few buttons and then retreat to a safe distance so that I cannot be maimed to the now wringerless machine and my grandmother doesn’t have to worry about me.
Today I love that the sun tore through the clouds this morning to stab through the breakfast room window and find me and cheer me even though I thought I was already quite cheerful. I love that the lesson of the sun is that no one is so happy that they could not use a little more cheer. I love that I learned long ago that being cheerful to someone costs you nothing and always pays back dividends so as investments go it’s one of the wildly good ones. I love that engaging with cheerful people always cheers me up and so I do my best to make people cheerful when I have the opportunity.
Today I love warm hats. I love that I got to throw rocks last night with Brendan and we talked curling and taught each other a few things. I love that this game is far more complicated than it looks to people who have never played or watched closely. I love things that are so complex that you could study them forever and maybe never know everything there is to know about them and curling seems to be one of those things.
Today I love drinking coffee while the sunlight suddenly explodes into the back of the house as if it were just dropping in like a loud neighbor to check on me and see if I’m all right … and I am.