Thanks. No, really, thanks, thanks a lot.

So here we are again. It's Thanksgiving Day, which means the Christmas decorations have been up for about a month now and I am already tired of hearing Christmas songs at the Starbuck's. And it means within about 6 hours I will once again have that feeling that my ribs are about to crack as my stomach expands like a competitive speed-eater - that feeling I have vowed so many times to never experience again. But thank God, we humans have a short memory! In just 364 short days we can completely suppress the memory of the anguish and do it all over again. 

So right away on this thankful day, there's something to be thankful for - short memory. 

A list seems to be in order. It's a good day for taking stock. Here, in no particular order, are ten things for which I am thankful.
  1. Gas under $2 a gallon. I don't care if this is the result of a worldwide financial catastrophe, it's helping my bottom line.
  2. Indulging in rampant personal self interest. See #1 above. 
  3. Pinot Noir. Say noir more. 
  4. Progeny you are proud of. Not every parent is a proud parent. I am thankful to be one. 
  5. Italian sausage. I sprinkle it on my cereal. 
  6. A functional body. I know that there are plenty of people with broken, painful bodies who are full of a beautiful spirit, and I admire that. But today I will not dwell on my minor complaints because most everything works fairly well. 
  7. People who can put words together. Words to be read, words to be spoken, words to be sung. Words that touch me. 
  8. Flow. That feeling you get when your focus is so complete all the self-talk is shut down, and you are pure and clear on one purpose. Too rare. 
  9. Accepting what I can't change, changing what I can. 'Nuff said. 
  10. Deviled eggs. Ok, I get a pass on that one, it is Thanksgiving after all. 

Comments

Anonymous said…
Crap. I forgot to make the deviled eggs that I so love. At least there's Christmas.
November 29, 2008 at 11:20 PM
Anonymous said…
Dude - Great list. I like eggs! As a matter of fact, I love eggs - any way you cook them. Interesting tidbit: Did you know that each pleat in a real chef's toque represents a different way to use/prepare eggs? No shit.
December 1, 2008 at 10:05 AM
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