Just for ducks, I checked my last Gratitude Monday of 2019. Because that was so, so many decades ago. Turns out that last year I was mostly grateful for landing my job in cyber security. Yeah, that was good. But 12 months later, it seems so…quaint.
This 2020 really was
annus horribilis, wasn’t it? If you’re not a billionaire, I mean. Because if
you were a billionaire, this was the year you became a multi-billionaire;
capitalism, man. But for the rest of us, this has been bewildering, impoverishing,
frustrating, terrifying, infuriating and—for more than 320,000 of us in this
country alone—murderous.
Still, I have plenty of
things to drop in the gratitude box.
That job, for one. I am
a soldier in the war against cyber criminals and cyber terrorists. Unless you’ve
been living in a cave without Internet, you know what’s been going on this
year. There’s a lot you don’t know about that’s even worse. I am thoroughly,
profoundly grateful that my company is fighting on every front, and that I am a
part of that fight.
This year I got to go
to the security conference as a full-fledged attendee, which got me into
amazing talks and fascinating conversations. I’d been to RSA several times as a
free attendee, but that gets you nothing except aching joints and some tee
shirts. This time I felt like I was welcomed, except by that one guy at a
competitor’s booth, who took one look at my employer’s name on my badge and refused
to tell me anything about their software. (He did the same to one of my
colleagues later.) I don’t think I ever have to go again, but it was a great
experience.
Aside from one really
bad cough, which lasted about four weeks (and the attendant torn intercostal rib
muscle, which took two more months to heal), I’ve been healthy throughout the
year. I did get injections in my knees—after a whole palaver with my employer’s
crappy insurance plan—in March and April, but even though my orthopod’s office
is in a hospital, I did not pick up any bugs in my visits there. Many, many
thanks for that.
I have had the immensely
good fortune to experience no food insecurity. You’d think that would not be
remarkable in a first-world nation, but it needs to be said, because tens of
millions of my fellow citizens are burdened by it. I am also fortunate enough
to be able to contribute money to food banks and charities that help kids
personally in small but life-changing ways, thanks to my job.
Speaking of which, I
work with the most amazing team I’ve ever known. Especially after my last
employer, this is a point of daily gratitude for me. A couple of weeks ago, one
of my colleagues had me laughing so hard in a Teams chat that I
literally could not see the screen because my eyes were leaking. It was like
being at a Gallagher show. He also has my back when I’m pushing my comfort zone,
for which I am always thankful.
During our year-end
wrap-up, we each had to say what our strengths are, and others on the team
could add to that. I would rather swallow ground glass than talk about myself,
but after I hawked up a couple of things (“Words; I have many words.”), another
colleague said, “[Bas Bleu] brings joy to the team.” I think that is the most
amazing gift I have received in a very long time.
Last week I spied a bottle of Moët Brut Impérial, which I bought at Costco when I was living in Arlington. So it’s four years old. I asked myself, “Self—what are you saving this for?” So I put it in the fridge and opened it on the 23rd. Lordy, but I’d forgot how wonderful it is. I finished it up last night, and I’m sinfully thankful for having had it.
I didn’t get to go to Sorrento this year. That was a blow, because I’ve spent many years not traveling because of lack of funds, and this year I had funds and unlimited PTO, and Sorrento was going to be my stake in the ground. Instead, I’ve focused on making some much-needed improvements to my house (yay, not blowing out the kitchen circuits when I have the microwave and toaster running simultaneously!). I’ve also fed about ten pounds of seed to the birds in the past month. That makes me so happy.
Speaking of birds—I saw
bluebirds for the first time ever this year. What a thrill!
Last month, 81+ million
voters gave Cadet Bonespurs the boot. It’s terrifying that 74 million people
voted for him, and I’m dismayed that we didn’t take back the Senate. But still—the
racist, narcissistic gasbag is going to be vacating the White House in less
than a month, and that in itself is worth a few Novenas.
I’m not saying a word
about his coup, but I’m grateful that so far it has been unsuccessful.
Throughout the more-or-less lockdown, friends left surprises at my front door, and I was able to do the same. Video chats were another lifeline, and I even had (socially-distanced, outdoor) brunch twice with a friend.
During my single one-week staycation, I had some wonderful takeout dinners; wonderful. Many were from places I tried for the first time. What absolute luxury!
The rock lifted over
systemic racism in America, and many very disgusting creepies slithered out. It
is an appalling revelation, but the first step to finding solutions is taking a
good, hard look at the problem. We’ll be working on this for a long time.
Last Tuesday, I finally
got a driver’s license from the Commonwealth of Virginia. My third trip to the
DMV since my California license expired at the end of August. I’m grateful I
was wearing a mask for the entire time I was there (except for having the photo
taken), because that papered over the expression on my face while dealing with
the people at the Sterling office. No matter—I am street legal.
We have multiple
vaccines against COVID-19, despite all efforts by the Kleptocrat’s
administration to do the least possible amount of work while taking the maximum
amount of credit, and by big pharma to reap obscene profits from the pandemic.
I think I’m in Tier 3 of target vaccinations, which I am perfectly fine with—unlike
corporate execs and Repug congressmorons, I have no intention of jumping the
queue. Nursing home patients and staff, teachers, healthcare workers (including
janitorial staff), first responders, essential workers—they all belong ahead of
me in line. I’m grateful for the vaccine, and I’m grateful for the work of
everyone who has spent the last ten months working to mitigate this global
disaster. (That would be no one with an (R) after their name.)
I am so thankful for my
weekly yoga lesson with a terrific teacher. I swear, without that to look
forward to and to focus on, either I or some other people might not have made
it through the year.
And, finally, I’m
grateful that on Friday, we’ll be looking at 2020 in our rearview mirrors.
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