To the six people who may actually read our blog, I apologize for my extended absence. I am nearly back from the abyss. Day fifteen of the Martian Death Flu (MDF), and I am showing some signs that I may live through this thing. Fortunately, the MDF germs are selective, and they spared the rest of the nuclear family (as of this writing). I have an albeit congested head full of things I want to write about, but I’m going to save that for after the holiday. Instead, in the spirit of Thanksgiving (and inspired by the Bawld Guy’s seasonal post), I’ll offer my short-list of thanks. And Jeff, if you are reading this, your new-and-improved blog, while visually enhanced, is blocking my comments as spam. I will assume that this is a software glitch and not a sign of superior intelligence.
So, in no particular order:
- I am thankful for my family, of course, and for their health. By Saturday I hope to be thankful for mine.
- I am thankful for my job that, for the most part, doesn’t feel like a job at all. I am fortunate enough to have found a career that I enjoy. It is rewarding and challenging, and even pays the bills. I suspect if I ever reach the stage where I can afford to retire, I will resist – at least until I am no longer able to lift the open house signs into the back seat.
- I am thankful that my oldest daughter is likely only going through a phase, and my little self-proclaimed vegetarian will be eating turkey again by next November – in time for the release of my new best-seller Tofu and a Healthy You. In the meantime, I am thankful it hasn’t occurred to her that the chicken broth I use in many of her vegetarian side-dishes is actually derived from (gasp) chickens!
- I am thankful that I have two more last chances at 40-something and, MDF aside, that my daughters’ future children may actually know their grandma (having lost my own mother when I was 21).
- I am thankful for TIVO.
- I am thankful that my children are bright, motivated, and compassionate individuals who will do great things in life, even if those great things do not involve laundry or room-cleaning.
- I am thankful for Broadband Wireless, allowing me to write this from the deck of our little mountain cabin.
- I am thankful for our little mountain cabin.
- I am thankful for our home, complete with clutter, deferred maintenance and enough dog hair in the carpet to make a new dog. In 3 1/2 years my last “baby” will leave for college, and I will have too much time to clean and redecorate when that happens. So, in the meantime, I will be thankful for the daily “Where did you put my shoes?”… “If you put them away, they wouldn’t be lost” arguments.
- I am thankful that my daughters don’t know poverty and for the fleeting moments when I sense a flicker of recognition that they know they are blessed.
- I am thankful that the Three Musketeers (Steve and the girls) didn’t fall off of Half Dome during their backpacking trip this past summer. I am mostly thankful that they didn’t make me go. (The appeal of putting your house and all of your essentials on your back to spend four grueling days expending precious energy walking straight up a mountain with no indoor plumbing, elecrical outlets, or Starbucks in sight simply escapes me when there are perfectly good accommodations available in Las Vegas).
- I am thankful that, through fancy footwork and fast talking, I have logged one more year where I have avoided Steve’s dream of taking a family cross-country road trip to see, among other things, the World’s Biggest Ball of Twine and the Iowa cornfields in all their glory.
- I am thankful for a husband who has tolerated me for twenty years. While you may find this incredulous, I am not always a picnic. While admittedly charming, delightfully witty and somewhat well-preserved for my age, I admit I can be a teensy bit controlling and bossy. And I have backed through the garage door twice. And I backed into our daughter’s car in the driveway last summer. And there was that time I vacuumed up the dog’s tail.
- I am thankful for pre-cooked turkeys.