Thursday, 25 November 2004
First off, I would like you all to wish a very happy 65th birthday to my darling Dad. I've always loved it when his birthday falls on Thanksgiving. My mom put together a book of memories from everyone she could get them from for this one, and I wrote mine last night. I cried while I was writing it. I love my dad, I'm proud of him, and I want to be just like him when I grow up (except not male).
Second, please if you haven't already, go check out the Chicklit fundraiser and see if you can spare a few for us. There are some great prizes to win, and you get to support Chicklit in the process. To everyone who's already given, thank you!
And as it is Thanksgiving today, I am taking a contemplative moment to sit and think of all the things for which I'm grateful. I do this often, but I don't usually share it with anyone. I do keep a gratitude journal (somewhat irregularly, but I try), where I write down five things from every day that I'm thankful for, or that made me happy. It's an idea I picked up from Deborah, and it's been interesting to see what kinds of things I write about. Sometimes I'll go back and find I don't remember things I've written about.
We had roast beef with roasted carrots and potatoes, cauliflower in cheese sauce, and fresh bread for our Thanksgiving feast. I know it's not traditional, and since we finished all the roast vegetables it clearly wasn't the groaning board for which Thanksgiving is famous. But it was perfect for us. I started the bread some time in the afternoon (meant to do it Wednesday night but I was too tired), and that delayed the start of cooking dinner for quite a while. I finally gave up on cooking it first and put the meat in the oven, shortly followed by the potatoes and carrots. I made it all myself, pretty much from scratch. We could quibble that not growing any of it or making my own flour, cheese, or butter doesn't count as scratch, but I baked bread from flour, water, sugar, salt, and yeast, and that counts as scratch in my book. It turned out really well.
So, the things for which I am thankful this year are numerous. I'm grateful I still have a job, and so does Mr D, and we're doing fairly well there. I'm grateful I made it through this year with the new team, and that while it's not as good as I could wish it's better than it was before. I'm grateful for all the new friends I've made online this year, particularly in some of the give and take of emailing back and forth. The world is smaller than I think it is, a lot of the time, and we are much alike all over.
I am grateful for my health, for being cancer-free almost four years now. I am ever so happy that I can still run. I am grateful for the level of turning inward I've had this year. I complain about it, sometimes, how I always feel like I'm in a holding pattern. But I need that time. I believe this is one of the big years of shifting in my life, where I am turning from who I was into who I'm becoming. I'm gathering up my constituent parts, examing my beliefs and assumptions, and keeping or discarding as things fit or don't. It's an interesting process that's largely subconscious, manifested in a much more contemplative lifestyle whether I want it or not. Once I figured that out, it became much easier to relax and let it happen.
I am beyond grateful for my family, my friends, and the people who made a difference this year. Howard Dean is one to whom I will be forever grateful. He changed the world. He could have done much more if we'd let him, but I don't believe he's done yet. My husband, my parents, my sister and brother, the kids, Husband, Triple J, Nan, A & B, Catness, Deborah, Kivrin, all of you. Jolene. All my family.
I was interrupted in this and it's now days later, so I am simply going to post. Thank you, all who read this. I hope you had a lovely week, whether full of American holiday spirit or not. Happy Thanksgiving, in spirit as well as date.
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