Today I love lights that work and a second switch that made sense and went in easily even though it was an afterthought. I love that, because we are moving slowly with our renovation, we are able to notice deficiencies before we have finished walls and are able to make up for them. I love that this is the perfect renovation pace for a pandemic gripped world, slow and steady. I love that we aren’t in any rush to finish this because no one can see it anyway so we’re determined to get it right. I love that more baking may or may not happen today, that more flooring may or may not happen today and that more wiring may or may not happen today, it all depends on the day and the mood that comes with it. I love that we will be going for a walk today and soon.I love walking through my community and even though we cannot pass close to our neighbors I love that we can yell “halloo” to them. I love that many call back and that those who don’t ware usually plugged in to music or recorded books and just aren’t aware of me hollering at them, they’re not being rude. I love that in these pressing times of emotion and concern, even if they are not listening to music or words plugged into their ears, they are easily forgiven for listening to their inner voices and keeping their own counsel.
Today I love that my writing gets stolen illegally all the time, must be good, eh? Ha ha. I love that when that happens the work police go after the thieves and read them the riot act and the illegal iteration of my work usually comes down pretty quickly. I love that all this fuss gets made over my work. I love that I get to write for more than fun, and that I can accept that my work is worth reading, that last one was a long time in coming. I love that I can picture my mother and grandmother looking at me writing with their smiling faces, you see I came from a home where the written word was considered to be important, and anyone who was reading was busy bettering themselves, and so I know that what I do would have been important to them.
Today I love that we have been eating well. I love that we shop at the kitchen counter and then wait for delivery. I love how easy it is to fill in the time we saved with things that turn out to be more important than we thought when we were willing to sacrifice them for getting stuff done. I love that those things can be summed up under the heading of “family” and that seems to be more right than the way things were before.
Today I love drinking coffee and letting its admirable power slip deliciously through my veins and fuel my brain while I do my grocery shopping online.