In my life, I’m thankful every day for the typical things: family, house, car, health, and so forth. I’m moved by Thanksgiving to reflect on a few of the other things I’m thankful for.
1. I’m thankful for coffee in the morning. Without it, I never wake up and am extremely boorish the entire day. Coffee is my java crack. Dunkin’ Donuts coffee is what I’d mug someone for, so watch out.
2. I’m thankful for cinnamon-vanilla creamer. It’s another muggable commodity to me.
3. I’m really thankful for my feet. You never realize how much you miss them until you don’t have them. Thankfully, I still have mine and they get me where I’m going and, occasionally, where I shouldn’t go. Thanks for staying with me, feet.
4. I’m thankful for sticky notes. Or, in lieu of sticky notes, paper and tape. I would take a pic of my desk area, but you can’t really see it because of the many notes attached to it. In fact, I’m beginning to wonder if there is really a desk at all. Like kudzu, the notes may have taken over and eaten the object underneath.
5. I’m thankful for the ability to tell when I should trash a story. As Dan used to say, you can dream of being an opera star, but if you can’t sing, you should find a new dream.
I really wish I could write a regular romance story. I can start it but it quickly veers off into suspense, murder mystery or supernatural. Maybe it’s a reflection of my own life – not the suspense, murder or supernatural, but the offbeat things that have happened to me through the years.
As in other endeavors in life, I’m thankful that most of the time I “know when to hold ’em, know when to fold ’em.”
Here’s a little Thanksgiving music to put you in the mood (yes, “Jingle Bells” was originally written in 1850 as a Thanksgiving song). This version is a mash-up from the wacky, weird, wonderful Dieter Meier:
What are you thankful for?
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