Happy Thanksgiving

I have been at Thanksgiving dinners where they go around the table and ask everyone what they are thankful for. I like that idea. It kind of preserves the reason for the day in its highest form in my opinion.

I would have a hard time knowing what to say now, though. I am thankful for so many things in my life and they all seem to link together into one long continuous chain of security and joy that surround me as I enter my sixth decade for real now. I used to wonder if I was middle aged, but now I have to laugh, because I think I somehow missed it altogether and went from young to old. I mean I don't feel old, but if you just look at the years I've racked up, there are a lot of them.

I am thankful for my tiny apartment. I finally found a place just the right size for me. It is what I've dreamed of for years. Just enough room to do those things I do and small enough that I don't waste energy or money heating, or cleaning it.

I am thankful that I am still useful and can be a contributing member of this world.

I am thankful for my family, children, grandchildren and friends, and even one special friend who all make me feel loved and glad to be around.

I am thankful for my little dog even when he is a nuisance, because his love is always unconditionally huge.

I am thankful that I am finally writing and people are reading what I write, it is more satisfying than I ever imagined it would be.

In a world where people are still suffering and starving and worried about so many bad things, I live in a world that is almost fairy tale perfect. A world where little boy cuddles come in jars that can be pulled from shelves whenever they are needed and dreams still fall from the sky like waterfalls of stars.