Today I love positive negatives, for instance, my COVID-19 test came back negative and that’s a pretty damned positive thing to have happen. I love when people don’t say racist things, that’s positive. I love when people take troubles away from others, again, positive. I love when someone steals someone else’s heart away, or even just steals a kiss from someone who has one they want to get rid of. I love when people gang up on social issues that need to be remediated. I love pushy people who push for the right things, like other people’s rights. I love when someone says they will take some actual burden off of someone’s hands, that’s absolutely NOT wrong. I love when people say things like, “You can’t do that … alone. I’ll get my coat, we’ll do it together.” or, “There is no way you’re going into that difficult social situation … without me!” I love when negatives are positively uplifting. I love that I will never stop loving things. I love that the things that I find starting to annoy me rarely annoy me beyond a few seconds because I almost always realize that they’re either not worth the trouble of being annoyed or they are some tiny part of a much larger thing that I love.
Today I love that whatever this bug was that had us worried is definitely retreating and though we don’t know what it is, we do know what it isn’t and that’s quite a relief. I love that yesterday I baked all the carbs except fresh bread and bagels, the bread because we don’t really need it with all this other stuff and the bagels because the “We Rise Again” bagel company delivered a half dozen of the best home made Montreal bagels available for miles around. I love that we have pie and we have muffins, though the muffins are somewhat munitions grade muffins being small and a bit dense and more fit for shooting out of a spud gun than for eating but I promise I’ll do better next time.
Today I love pineapple muffins and having eaten a couple of the munitions grade ones I made yesterday I realize that they are edible, and if nothing else remind me of how much I love pineapple muffins. I love rhubarb custard pie and I especially love it when I make it because it is pretty good stuff and that makes me feel pretty competent. I love that I’m slowly getting a feel for the controls on my new cook top and I am loving it. I love that I am tempted to put a sign on the backsplash reminding me to turn on the vent hood for if I don’t I’ll have to poke the smoke alarm with a broom, again.
Today I love sipping coffee and dunking munitions grade muffins in my mug while I ponder how to fix the next batch.