Today I love the madness of the world, the way humanity, faced with huge and overwhelming problems can still find humor and joy in silly cat memes and videos of people without fame performing music at levels that should have their names being household words. I love that in our household we can worry about things that have the potential to be real problems for us, and yet set that all aside and go two blocks down the road to the club and immerse ourselves in a game of throwing rocks down a sheet of ice and have that be everything for a couple of hours. I love that we are the front end of our own team for this draw, so we will be talking about the same game after we are done curling tonight. I love that sometimes after curling we can’t sleep and we talk about the game forever and neither one of us cares that we are not sleeping. I love that I think we have our priorities in order. I love that when I get involved in a game my self education often goes way beyond the rules of a game and I end up with rather large amounts of trivial info, like that there was a time when people tried curling with wooden “rocks” and that all official rocks used now are made from granite that came from one of two quarries in the entire world.
Today I love music made for me, or at least played for me and the other people who gather at the Friday Afternoon Coffee House & Open Mic at the Bleeding Carrot every Friday afternoon at four. I love that four weeks have passed by and it is once again my turn to host this auspicious event. I love making music with friends and acquaintances and other people who will be in one of those two groups as soon as they come to the open mic. I love making music because I love music.
Today I love the song Reminiscing by the Little River Band from 1978, that song is older than some people I know. I love that sound the dishwasher makes when it’s running, “wash’em, wash’em, wash’em, wash’em …” and how happy it seems to be to save me from having dishpan hands and to use less water than I would while doing it. I love that my hands are tough enough to play guitar, thanks to Wash’em the dishwasher. I love that Wash’em will be moving across the room when we install the new kitchen in the great room.
Today I love chugging down great vats of coffee, but I’m not doing that, I’m just sipping leisurely at a mug of the stuff while the dishwasher cleans up for me.