Today I love traveling home at a slow and sedate pace equal to the posted speed limit which I usually consider to be a suggestion of moderation rather than a demand. I love that I don’t drive at alarming speeds anytime, anymore, but I often have to engage the cruse control to stay close to 20% over out there on the highways. I love that today we were behind a couple of cars who were taking the posted limit quite seriously and after I followed them for a while our conversation became so quietly happy and productive that I just stayed the course the whole way home. I love good conversations on the road, love that my conversation partner keeps an eye on the road as well as talks to me, love that we always move our personal, long standing conversation of exploration of each other and ourselves forward. I particularly love that I learn things about her, and us, and me as we keep talking, installment after installment of the conversation we call our life together. I love that though I had a rather poor day yesterday with a racy pulse and some weakness, we got a lot done and I’m happy with it. I love that I’m feeling much better today. I love that I’ve gotten a couple of things done today that needed doing and there is more on the list that I may well take on yet.
Today I love that during lunch we were making a list of things to do for this week and bread and jam are on there. I love that I am contemplating making dill pickles and chili sauce this year, I’m feeling a need to do some self sufficient things that bring back memories. I love that our garden plots are looking aggressively full of greenery and there are blossoms and set fruit and all kinds of growth spurts going on out there. I love how comfortable we get with having food growing right outside the back door and only through contemplation am I able to remind myself how much I’d miss that if it were taken away.
Today I love that we have had several conversations about chickens in our yard and though our municipality does not currently allow same I cannot vouch for our holding back should they ever change their tune on this issue. I love that I’m confident that four or five chickens could keep us well supplied but I live in doubt that I would be able to restrict myself to that few, that’s just a little warning for my neighbors. 😉
Today I love drinking coffee while I sit in my comfy, reclining, overstuffed chair I refer to as my office and working quietly on my writing until it is time to take care of all the other things on my list … oops, looks like it’s time.