Today I love feeling stronger even though the heat is holding on to my chest and squeezing it somewhat. I love how well the renovation is going despite the holdups that we’ve experienced. I love that in a time when things are up in the air and people are kept from work and things are not working smoothly, we have managed to get a lot of work done. I love that we have dealt with this all without letting it bother us much beyond wishing it had worked out more smoothly. I love how things keep working out here on site and I love how this job site transforms itself back into our home at the end of the day. I love that we are looking forward to the cottage again next weekend. I love that it will be cooling back down in a little less than a week and be what I think of as comfortable for possibly up to ten days. I love that I do better than just get by no matter what the temperature is, I insist on thriving because it’s something worth loving. I love that I’m helping to make things better in my home by changing and rearranging the whole place so that the things we feel are important have enough space to get done well.
Today I love cold salad picnic lunch here in my office with my isolation partner. I love that the kids who would have been in school are out in their back yards screaming wildly and having summer fun on these sweltering hot spring days. I love how this feels like the heat of summer yet there’s still almost four weeks ’til Spring begins. I love that there is so much time left in this year still. I love that we have had a good isolation, that we’re comfortable with our household and our own company.
Today I love quinoa salad, though I’m telling you all that in strictest confidence and if you tell anyone else I will deny it emphatically. I love smoked fish and cold pork and hard boiled eggs and cottage cheese and dill pickles and potato salad and pasta salad and cold, picnic lunches of all kinds. I love remembering lunches on summer road trips with family. I love how we would sometimes decide spontaneously to have a picnic supper at the park down on the bay and and it would be a big affair with my parents and my grandparents from next door all loading up food in coolers and trundling it all the five miles to the shore and then we’d all just stop at the water’s edge and breathe in the calm of the water’s constancy.
Today I love sipping coffee in my office while I write and feel a little stronger after having rested for a weekend and then started back to work.