Today I love wording on the ether or whatever this that I do is called. I love that I almost always refer to this as writing a column when I talk to people and I recently realized that I do that because I’m so old that I perceive that as more professional compared to writing a blog, but I don’t know why that is other than possibly because I’m soooo old. I love that I make myself laugh all the time when I check my biases and introspectively examine my internal weights and tendencies. I love that I worded that whole sentence myself. I love that when I settled down to work this morning I told my partner I was going to “go word on the net thing now.” I love that I can write, it is my freedom and my institution, my release and my obligation, my vacation and my occupation. I love writing. I love this day that dawned with such warm spectacle in the eastern sky out of the inky blue charcoal smudges of a dying night sky. I love getting to drive into the east and face the morning horizon every Wednesday. I love the vast and breathtaking vistas I am witness to on these mornings, love that I get this once every week at least. I love how rich in life I am because of this.
Today I love that I may have found the oven I want in the new kitchen and it is a beauty in my opinion. I love that it is a clearance item which fits my personal approach to life and I love that it is also everything I wanted it to be. I love that there will be photos of this whole thing when it happens and that I imagine people will be tired of seeing the changes by the time this reinvention of this particular part of our home has been finished, not unlike bad vacation photos. I love that I will be too excited to notice their exhaustion, but if they tell me about it I will likely clam up and just quietly simmer with excitement on my own.
Today I love being in the good old Wednesday office. I love that this day is supposed to be a bit warmer than the days have been lately, that it’s supposed to be going to go up to the freezing point, and that will be almost balmy for us here in the interior of Canada at this time of year. I love how people are always so interesting in cafés. I love the snippets of conversation that float past me here in the Wednesday office.
Today I Love drinking coffee in the Wednesday office while I word on the ether and reminisce over the dawn that cracked through the inky charcoal sky.