Following Barb's lead, here's my Love Thursday list of things that inspire a rush of joy for me.
1. Opening the door and walking into our home every night. Sometimes it's a mess, and as long as cats and I live here it will never be decorator-perfect, but it's home. It's my refuge from the world, and the place this introvert goes to recharge her social batteries.
2. Driving through the small town where we live. Yes, I know it's really a district of a somewhat charmless suburb, but it's small and isolated enough from the rest of the city that it reminds me of visiting my grandmother in the tiny west Texas town where she still lives.
3. Picking dinner - at least part of it - from my garden.
I've been so fixated on getting tomatoes to set blooms that I sort of totally missed the Rond De Nice zucchini that were ripening already.
4. Telstar by The Ventures. I realize that The Ventures were just inducted into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame, and I rediscovered this old favorite last summer. I can't get motivated for my weight training sessions without playing Telstar at top volume all the way to the weight studio.
Heck, let's list just about anything by The Ventures. At our wedding not yet 8 years ago, Mr. Ken walked down the aisle to Walk, Don't Run by The Ventures. It was the most moving challenge I've ever seen and I was reduced to tears just watching him. Someday I'll tell the back story that this bit of joy deserves.
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Cat stories with happy endings: Rachel and Digit, Rae and Floozie, Barb and Edward to name a few. I'm such a mushball that these stories make me cry, no matter where I am when I read them.
6. Waking next to Mr. Ken gives me such a rush of joy that sometimes I'm almost frightened by it. I am so lucky, and I know it. He's an inspiration and a wonderful man, a good friend and a truly kind person.
7. Walking on the beach just before, or maybe during, a winter storm. The sky is leaden, the ocean is almost the same, the wind is blowing and the beach is deserted. The smell is salty and raw, primeval. No one else is about and the tide pools are full of starfish. When it's stormy dolphins frolic next to the beach, and whales can often be seen near shore as they migrate to Baja Mexico.

8. Scents: Roses and jasmine in the evening. Citrus blossoms in the morning. Lime slices in gin and tonic.
9. Knitting socks. Knitting sweaters. Knitting swatches. Startitis. Having a yarn stash larger than some yarn stores so I can always find something to knit. Teaching myself to knit and knowing no fear of difficult patterns. Going to Stitches West to see what's new. That first glimpse of the market every year just about takes my breath away.
10. Color. I love color.
11. Old fashioned stationary and envelopes for writing letters. My grandmother is 97, and she loves getting mail. I keep a collection of cards and paper for letters, and send them to people I love. My ex-mother-in-law is a wonderful woman, and even though her son and I have been divorced for 14 years, she still has a letter I wrote to her stuck on her refrigerator with a magnet.
12. Live music gives me chills. We live in a fairly artsy area, and local restaurants have live music by local artists 3 or 4 nights weekly. There are 2 local open mics, and occasional concerts. I love a good orchestra, and can be transported to another plane by a live musical or concert - remember The Boss last month?
13. My collection of books, mostly mysteries. They transport me to another world and let me try on other lives. Words written by Rex Stout, Agatha Christie, Dick Francis, and a host of others.
14. Reading or knitting on the patio when it's just warm enough outside and the air is so soft that you doze between paragraphs or stitches.
15. Listening to baseball on the radio - preferably a transistor radio - while working in the vegetable garden in the summer. Baseball is the perfect summer game: it doesn't move too fast, and once you understand the game you don't need to watch it to know what's happening.
16. A well-build and well-insulated house makes me smile. It's over 100* today (thank goodness that's rare for us - 78* is the average summer high) but it's 78* in the house - without any sort of air conditioning. Cross-ventilation and window fans keep it pleasant.