Thanksgiving isn’t just about food, you know. There’s another aspect, and that’s thankfulness. I don’t know about you, but I’m in favor.
I don’t care whence you believe the good things in your life sprang from. God, blind luck, your own hard work, that time you found the four-leaf clover, or the time the tea leaves spoke, it’s all fine by me. I still think it behooves us all once in a while to take stock and realize that we’ve got some good stuff going on in our respective worlds and recognize that it’s a good thing.
What am I thankful for right her, right now? A lot of things.
I’m thankful for my general good health. The case of sniffles I’m fighting aside, I’m in pretty good fighting trim. My blood pressure is textbook, all the pieces are working okay, and I don’t appear to be spiraling into the depression that gallops through my family.
I’m thankful that my brother the alpaca rancher pulled through his recent encounter with a brown recluse spider. He’s a good guy. I want him to be around to irritate me and give me hell for quite a few more years. He had to spend some time in the hospital being pumped full of anti-toxins, and I’m thankful for those, too. They literally saved my brother’s life.
I’m thankful every day for Mr. Twistie. Without his patience, his kindness, his steadfast belief in me and his gloriously deranged sense of humor…I honestly don’t know what I would do. Not everyone can say they’ve found their soulmate, so I’m doubly thankful that I met mine at a relatively early age. As my father used to say, we saved two perfectly normal people. I like to think they found each other, too.
I’m thankful for my job. Few people get to live their dreams. I’ve dreamed of writing since I was a little girl. Now I do it, and people read what I write and seem to appreciate it. In a time when thousands are losing their jobs, I’m still spoiled. You bet your sweet bippy I’m thankful for that! Thank you to The Manolo.
I’m thankful for my evil cat, Jake. He’s a scaredy cat, and he puts holes in the shoulders of all of my and Mr. Twistie’s shirts because he’s so anxious to be held, and he stomps on my head every night on his way to look out the window over our bed, but my life would be incomplete without his furry affection.
I’m thankful for the artists and performers who make life more interesting, more entertaining, and just plain more colorful. From Salvador Dali to Hieronymous Bosch, Janis joplin to Jessye Norman, the Marx Brothers to Lenny Henry, Leo Tolstoy to Sharyn McCrumb, there are a plethora of artists, singers, comedians, writers, etc. who have my unending gratitude. They have brought me joy and hope when I’ve needed it. They’ve made me think when I wasn’t paying enough attention. They’ve helped me ground myself when I’m all a-twitter. I’ve had few opportunities to thank them in person, and I have few illusions that any of them read this blog, but I’m thanking them here, anyway.
I’m thankful for good neighbors (particularly having had a couple of really horrible ones in my life), plenty of food, some tremendously good friends, a solid roof over my head, a reliable internet connection, and the (if I do say so myself) rather clever brain I’ve had the good fortune to be born with.
And, dear Big Girl readers, I am thankful for you. I am thankful for your humor, you wit, your generous spirits, your willingness to plump right out and say when you think I’m wrong as well as when you agree with me. I am thankful for such a fun and such a challenging readership.
Thank you all.
So what about you? What are you thankful for?