Strange things I like

I noticed that I have some odd "likes."

I like the foam on top of root beer. I like to try to "drink it" before it goes away. Then I belch a lot, and I don't even mind. Yes, I'm sure that's more information than anyone wanted or needed.

I like brushing my teeth. Or more specifically, I like feeling all over my teeth right after a good cleaning- they feel so smooth and fresh and nice.

I like cleaning the toilet bowl. Or, again, most sprecifically, I like the change in the toilet bowl from dirty to clean... the pale color that appears on the second day after cleaning vanishing through my own efforts. Gratifying, in an odd sort of way.

I like that feeling I get after I've taken a Motrin for a back ache, and all of a sudden I realize my back doesn't hurt anymore.

I like getting a new decoration or useful item for the house that matches "oh so nicely" with everything else.

I like the smell of clean laundry. I like the neatly folded stacks of laundry, all laid out in a row beside each other, awaiting delivery to their dens- be they closets or drawers.

I like the sound of rain on the house, and I like thunder. I like the howling of wind in the eaves of ancient buildings.

I like watching my daughter sleep. I like her graceful beauty and childlike charm. I like her graceless attempts to walk, and I like the pride I feel when she stands for long moments unsupported.

I like it when my cat nibbles at me while I'm petting her. Though the outright biting, I can do without.

I like the sound of running water.

I like the crackling of a fire, I like the warmth of sitting by a hearth, I like the smell of wood burning. I wonder if my daughter will get to experience these treasures.

I like the stars, twinkling down at me at night, and knowing that no matter where I go, Orion is always with me. The only man who never, ever left me- so far (though John's making headway there).

I like the changing of two of our seasons. I could do without winter, though; and I could live with an eternal spring (the end of it, just before it becomes summer). But if there must be seasons- and there must- I enjoy watching them turn from one to another.

I like brushing my hair. It is long and I like that a lot. Though I think I should cut it... but I procrastinate because I do so love it long.