Today I love great words like bailiwick and petrichor and biblioklept and octothorpe. I love that I have almost every window opened in my downstairs and the cool spring air is romping through the house complete with the sound effects of a thousand birds calls, squawking, chirping, whistling and singing. I love that I got a fair bit of work done yesterday on the new sub floor and intend to move that on a little further today. I love that there may be some baking getting done today as well and it will be interesting to test out the new oven in that regard because I assure you that baking is a whole ‘nother reality from roasting, broiling or grilling. I love that my crazy drugs make me drift between feeling frozen and chilled and feeling tough and resilient in the face of cool weather, variety is what makes life grand and I accept all manner of variety. I love that there are miles to go in the changes we are making in this house and that with each change some new aspect of its new character is revealed. I love that I am the author of many of these changes and thus of many of these revelations, these are fun accomplishments, especially for a guy who is working hard at bearing up under the pressure of health issues.
Today I love that those around me seem so strong and determined during these troubling and trying times. I love that I know well the ache of loss and can therefore help others who are going through that. I love that I know also that the weight of loss is the weight of thinking that good emotions are being taken away, because I happen to know that those emotions stay and in a while you come to realize that you still have your fondnesses and your love and your emotional attachments and your memories, and they are the things that carry the weight of your loss. I love that feeling loss means you had someone in your life that mattered in some way.
Today I love the exotic flavor of oranges. I love that I moved a lot of things around yesterday and kind of re-reorganized the ever changing layout of all the tools and materials and household things that I am constantly working around. I love that the work is heading north through the house at a lethargic yet steady pace. I love getting stuff done even if it is getting done slowly. I love that my heart seems to still be going despite the doctors reservations about it, must be all the love, eh?
Today I love drinking a good cup of coffee while I decide whether to bake of work on sub flooring this morning.