This being the one official day in the year set aside for thankfulness, I’ve been thinking about what in my life I’m grateful for. I’ll share.
My BFF Leilah is doing well after her surgery and even though it’s very rough for her after her chemotherapy sessions, she’s still able to send around links to both funny and inspiring videos.
I don’t live in Seattle. They got snow earlier this week &, as usual, the whole area ground to a halt. Pathetic, self-absorbed losers.
No one has better friends than I do. I don’t have to be successful, well-dressed or even coherent when we get together; they value me as I am, and I love them all. And I’m hoping I’ll make more in the Bay Area.
I’ve discovered yoga. I don’t know why it is that I should feel so much better even after doing just three warrior poses, but I do. I’ve gone so far as to buy my own mat.
I don’t have a job, which is very worrying, but I’m able to donate time to making meals for the homeless. Besides—I love chopping up the veggies for the soup.
I’m in a position to choose what kind of bread to have for my sandwich & whether I’ll have mayo or mustard on it. Or neither.
My cat came out from under the bed after only a few weeks. Usually she stays there for about six months after a move.
A year ago on Thanksgiving I was in Bordeaux, tracing a journey I’d made 30 years before and reminding myself that I am capable of achievements. Over the past year I’ve drifted away from that remembrance & that hope; but it’s still something I’m grateful for.
I’ve pared away my possessions—including my books—so I can live in a much smaller space.
Safeway had a sale on domestic Chandon and Moët bubbly; I have six bottles to see me through the holidays.
Happy Thanksgiving to all.
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