The Thanksgiving Pages

Thanksgiving 2008

I’m still standing. And grateful…
For my husband, my parents, three sisters and brother. Home, pets, food three times a day (more during the holidays) my town, two cars, clothes on my back, hair on my head, my family of friends in various stages of coming and going. And okay—yes, my job, even though sometimes it feels like I am being eaten alive; health, laughter, books, insight, notebooks, shoes, shampoo, kind co-workers, dark chocolate, enough money (would like more, thank you), watches, soft socks, smooth-writing pens, brakes, air conditioning in the summer, heat in the winter. Potential. Hope.
An Ipod Nano with 4,000 songs, buttercream, the sharp scent of ozone before a storm, geese calling from their “V”, friends who tell you the truth.
Electricity, otters, automatic coffee pots, lace tablecloths, airplanes, rain, Xanax, trees, raccoons, bears and flying squirrels. Coming home at the end of the day, newspapers in my driveway, pancakes with real Vermont fancy maple syrup.
Mauvey-morning skies, moonlight stroking my sleeping husband, heated birdbaths, warblers, intuition, prayer, shoes to walk miles in. Telephones. Dirt. Suet you can buy in the store for chilly Chickadees. The flashing wings of Blue Jays picking peanuts off the deck railing in a January snowstorm, deck chairs, music, the warm clove aroma of mulled wine.
Earthworms, quiet afternoons, scented candles, hard boiled eggs, pizza with extra cheese, solitude, naps, friends who understand pain, birds, the Grand Canyon, wild horses, bubble baths, sparkly rings, blank pages, poetry, Mary Oliver. Dishwashers, growing up a girl, roses, periwinkle.
Kind veterinarians, long quiet walks in the woods, recipes, corduroy, fingernails, medicine, cat food, chants, indoor plumbing, Willie Nelson, clothes dryers, cross stitch patterns, green, restaurant dinners, lemons, hummingbirds, Elk lake, blogs.
Water, duct tape, wireless routers, flush toilets, soap, icicles, forsythia. Swingline staplers, batteries, fingers, calendars, keyboards, love, switches, picture frames, flashlights, bookends, E. B. White. Answering machines, gas stations, orange juice, chocolate chips, apricots. Angels. Stories with happy endings, Belize, Dr. Cappitelli, flour, antivirus software, highlighters, harmony. Calligraphy, combs, toothpaste, wild bunnies in the yard. The back yard. Wolves.
Pencils, bees, pansies, polka dots, pillows, zebras, salad, well-behaved children, convertibles, magazines. Sleeping kittens, fireflies, peanut butter, good clergy, email, drumming woodpeckers in March, red, American flags, dragons, acorns, light bulbs, soap, jewelry boxes, ponies, walking sticks, Elizabeth, dragonflies, guitars, tomorrow, cat litter, mirrors, blueberries, blinking Christmas reindeer, sequins, dictionaries, windy days, fleece blankets, wet tree bark, Fridays.
Purple, unicorns, rakes, beginnings, grace, bats, stars, computers, bookends, hosta, garbage cans, skin, new tires, sunglasses, computer glasses, BINOCULARS, Suzanne’s birding scope, Baltimore Orioles, birding days, screech owl nights, duplicate car keys, paved roads, caller ID, friends who don’t let you go.
The list never ends. AMEN.

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6 Responses to The Thanksgiving Pages

  1. Anonymous says:

    Love that!!I’m grateful for much of the same and E.B.White, too!!Dd

  2. Kim says:

    WOW! That’s an awesome list! Happy Thanksgiving to you, dear friend.

  3. Bevson says:

    Wow. I LOVE your list. I thought of doing something similar but got overwhelmed by the possibilities.

  4. Sparverius says:

    What an incredible list. Something to look back on when those harder days sneak in. Thank you so much for sharing part of yourself and your life on your blog. It is one of those things I am grateful for.

  5. Anonymous says:

    Oh — Amen! to all that and more!! Thanks!Love, Cc

  6. Happy Thanksgiving to you and yours. Have a wonderful holiday.

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