Life is good — there is lots to celebrate.
Let’s start with the most pressing thing: I am celebrating that today is Friday. This was one of those evil, interminable weeks, not because it was so busy but because it was sooooooooo slow. Every day, from my half of a shared cubicle, I look out at a teeny tiny corner of sky and a lot of office buildings shimmering under the sun. People pass by and say “Wow, what a beautiful day!” and it actually makes me grateful that the commute is 45 minutes, since I can roll the window down to look out at the world and let my wet hair air-dry. This weekend I plan to take myself outside, even if it’s just to the lush jungle of The Baron’s yard, and really enjoy the summer.
Which brings me to celebrating yesterday’s summer solstice. It’s official folks, summer is here. A recent New York transplant to our office was describing how back East, some kids get sent to camp for the whole summer, and people empty out of the city because the weather is so icky and humid. Well, we may have smog and traffic congestion and all kinds of other troubles, but as my Dad would say, “Hey, it could be colder.” Yes, the weather here is extraordinary, and there’s no need to flee anything but the office. Which I will do. Shortly.
Something else that’s been on my mind: I got a library card this week, and if that’s not something to celebrate, then I don’t know what is. Libraries are one of my most favorite types of places. I love the old-book smell, and the nooks and crannies, and the stacks. Ah, the stacks! Shakespeare had his own aisle, and it was hidden in the basement, in the back, where no matter the weather outside it was cool and dark. I loved just being down there, the smell, the light, the safety and the rightness of it all. Everything in its place, ordered, so that even the air felt heavier and rich with the ancientness with every word on each page. In college, even when I wasn’t reading or studying, I loved being in the library. Just writing this I am smiling thinking of some of my most favorite napping spots — a cozy leather couch in the reading room, a well-loved overstuffed chair at the end of a set of study desks, next to a window that threw a warm sunlight across my sleepy self, a secret couch under a flight of stairs. I can only wish that the local public libraries were as wonderful. But even so, they are an invaluable resource and I feel lucky to have ready access to a decent library system. If nothing else, the library is a great source for knitting books!
I am celebratory and excited about being healthy, wealthy and wise. Healthy, because at the moment there is nothing wrong with me. The Frankenfinger is healing nicely, and all of my extremities and internal organs seem to be working to code. It’s no small thing to celebrate good health. Plus, working eyes and fingers means a weekend full of knitting (watch out Frost Flowers & Leaves shawl — I’m coming for you!) Wealthy, well, I have a nice place to sleep, plenty to eat, and a good supply of yarn. Wise I am working on. Luckily, I’m surrounded by insightful people who push me and give me great advice. You know who you are, you rascals!
And then, there’s this:
Happy Friday — don’t forget to celebrate!