This is the stuff I am thankful for. Silly stuff, I know, but true. I can get up early and have time by myself to blather on about whatever is on my mind. I can wake up gradually with pen and paper and then keyboard and screen. I can eat my softboiled eggs and toast while I read the remains of yesterday’s paper and toss another load of laundry in the dryer. I have a good life.
I’m of course thankful for the big stuff as well: the kids, Brent, the rest of the crazy family, friends, house, food, health. Everyone is thankful for those things, but only I am thankful for the bottle of bubbles on my desk and the paper turkey on the front door and my fuzzy sweatshirt and the Dog Who Ate The Couch. I am thankful for comfortable shoes and a sense of humor. Also football and tablecloths that come out of the package not so wrinkled that they require ironing. Picture books, clocks that tick, puzzles. It’s all good.
May we all have a wonderful Thanksgiving.