Today I love mad strides forward in both the new kitchen and in the way the world is responding to the current pandemic. I love that it feels to me like the air is cleaner and I’m coughing less than I was three months ago. I love that almost all the cabinets are in place in the kitchen. I love that there is still lots of work to be done. I love that there is a book shelf at the end of my block with canned food on it and a sign telling people to take what they need of it. I love that last night aftter the installers left we went into the new kitchen space and opened every drawer and every cupboard and were amazed by the space that we will have and I really love that all the kitchen things that have been living in wall units in the dining room will now be in our kitchen where they belong, welcome home all you kitcheny things you. I love that I picked up take-out food last night for dinner and it is only the second time we’ve done that since the renovations started. I love that we had thought we’d be going out for dinner more often than we have been and we’ve almost always managed to “remember” something we could make easily or something that was already prepared and only needed to be heated up. I love that we’ve got this, and we really do.
Today I love the rough plans that we have only just made in principle for the rest of the downstairs of the house when the dining room and the kitchen move and the places where they were become part of the living room space. I love that there will be old wonderful things in our new wonderful space, like my grandmother’s simple china cabinet that is many decades old, and our Heintzman piano that is over a century old. I love old things that connect me to the past and new places that lead me on to my future.
Today I love that it is Friday and a rainy one at that. I love that today is the first full day of Spring, since Spring made her appearance late last night just minutes before midnight, knocking on our door in the soft rain that was beating down the few remaining rifts and drifts of snow. I love how easy it is to open the door for her and let her breeze in, refusing to hear her apologies for the lateness of the hour of her arrival and offering to hang up her dripping coat by the fire, welcome fair Spring, welcome and make yourself at home.
Today I love sharing my morning coffee with our new house guest, Spring, as she admires the progress in our new kitchen with perfectly chosen glowing words of compliment that echo in my heart.