I stayed up waaaay too long last night writing a comment on an Important Subject only to be foiled by an anti-spam password test that I think I solved correctly (9+9 does still equal 18, right?) but couldn't get past the Pixilated Guards. Alas, I'll mull it over a bit more and I'll post it someday soon, perhaps here.
But at this very moment, early in a perfect Minnesota evening, I just want to list some of the present joys of my life that I've experienced in the last 48 hours as an exercise in gratitude:
Listening to Youngest Daughter practice Vivaldi's Spring and Holst's Jupiter on the piano. Over and over again.Thank you, thank you, thank you.
Hanging laundry in the backyard on a cool summer morning.
Bringing the laundry in at dusk, all stiff and fresh smelling.
A cold bottle of beer.
The way the big lilac tree looks after I've pruned it and how now I can see the neighbors' backyards.
Sitting in the passenger seat as Only Son drove the car to his friend's house on his learner's permit.
Listening to the Twins game on the radio, on the porch, in the dark.
Solving the Saturday New York Times Crossword Puzzle.
The first cup of coffee in the morning.
Finding my nametag hanging right where I left it at the meetinghouse so I can slip it on when I'm just in time for meeting.
Looking around the room at the 8:30 meeting for worship and seeing nine Friends who were in Quakerism 101 classes I've co-led, only one of whom did I know before the class. (That would be Lovely Wife.)
Folding laundry in the yard and hearing through an open window 15-year old Only Son shout good-naturedly "I'm a man I tell you!" as his explanation to his sister as to why acne treatment doesn't work on him.
A freshly picked -- still warm -- and sliced home-grown tomato on a slice of rye bread.
Walking in my new pair of Crocs shoes.
Practicing "Soldiers Joy" on my banjo.
The way Youngest Daughter rolled her eyes and smiled at me on the train today when she caught me telling a tall tale.
The pretty bouquet of flowers from our yard Youngest Daughter set on the table on the porch.