Today I love solid plans that map out the route to where we’re trying to go. I love the ones that get us on the road when we need to do that and I love the ones that make the changes in our lives when that is on the agenda. I love that today our plan is to get on the road to the big city so we’ll be there for an appointment tomorrow morning. I love that the next solid plan is still being concocted and it is to make huge physical changes in our home over the next four to eight weeks that will be exciting and hopefully happy things. I love plans because they are always made to increase good and reduce bad, no one ever makes plans for themselves to make things worse unless that is what will eventually make things better for them. I love that we are planning on making our floor a mess and putting holes ion our walls and really damaging the paint and even the ceiling here but in the end it will be worth it. I love that plans are things that make us feel like we have a chance to succeed. I love that it costs nothing to make plans, and they can be scrapped without ever being put into effect thereby not ever costing anyone anything. I love that vacation plans are the cheapest vacations ever, though they often lead to the more expensive real vacation actually happening, but that’s on us for acting on our plans, right?
Today I love that there is laundry rumbling away out in the laundry room, even though it isn’t laundry day. I love the sound of it, the noise that is made when clothes are being cleaned. I love that the plan is to get as much of it done today so that if I don’t get home in time tomorrow to do it all, I may still get the laundry done because it will be well started. I love the smell of laundry when it is freshly cleaned, and I do not use scented laundry supplies, nor do I use fabric softener ever, those are not the smells I remember or appreciate. I love when I can hang the laundry outside because the smell of line dried cloth is one of the ten best smells in the world.
Today I love that when I think of the best smells in the world, the second horse I owned way back when, a palomino named Robin always comes to mind because, for some inexplicable reason that horse always smelled like caramel. I love that going to the stable when I was a teenager meant that I got to smell the smells of hay and caramel and that was always wonderful.
Today I love drinking hot coffee in a cup in my recliner and letting it lubricate the rusted and creaking gears of my mind so that I am able to make plans of the solid variety and maybe even get myself ready to execute a few of them.