Annually, at least, I pause to count my blessings. My stream of consciousness list always falls short, but that's alright. I can at least put a dent in it.
I'm thankful for solo stoves. They're terrific, and found on Amazon. Best campfire ever.
I'm thankful my college footballin' Bulldogs may finally get er done. They're on point this here season.
I'm thankful I got a few years of visits with Mama Lilah, my paternal grandmother. If only they could have cloned her a few million times. I can still hear her cackling, accompanied by twinkling, loving eyes.
I'm thankful for wood. And chain saws. And BC powders.
I'm thankful Kyle Rittenhouse is sleeping in his own bed.
I'm thankful for my kids, all grown and on their way to deliver grandkids to see me.
I'm thankful for readers of books I write. May the number grow exponentially.
I'm thankful for the scent of cedar.
I'm thankful the copperhead wounded me, but didn't kill me.
I'm thankful for my wife. Pretty much required to say that, but I'd say it anyway.
I'm thankful for Sam, the cat in Sri Lanka who works for me. That he speaks English better than I do is helpful.
I'm thankful for dentistry. And plumbing. And HVAC systems.
I'm thankful for delete buttons.
I'm thankful for toboggans. Or ski masks. Or whatever you call them.
I'm thankful for ham, my preference over turkey this year, for some reason.
I'm thankful for Timberlands. Best ever.
I'm thankful we're out of Afghanistan, and that I'm not there now. Hard period there. Onward.
I'm thankful for the 1939 Alistair Slim version of “A Christmas Carol.” Subsequent efforts pale.
I'm thankful for Berkey water filters.
I'm thankful for quilts.
I'm thankful for bluegrass music.
I'm thankful for hair, but less thankful every day. Or more, depending on your perspective.
I'm thankful, although I am somewhat loathe to admit it, for closed captioning.
I'm thankful the changing color of the leaves, and that I don't have to rake them.
I'm thankful for old black and white movies, especially if Bogie's in it.
I'm thankful for the dude at the eye doctor's office who cheerfully repairs my glasses every time I sit on them. He just smiles and hold out his hand before I can say anything.
I'm thankful Johnny found June.
I'm thankful shag carpet went the way of the dinosaurs.
I'm thankful I never got sideways with Karl Childers.
I'm thankful for tax write-offs. And good CPA's, who keep the dragon at bay.
I'm thankful I discovered the late great Shelby Foote.
I'm thankful we can still cross state lines. Can't we?
I'm thankful when the warm front chases out the cold.
I'm thankful when I can drive it over 250 yards, straight and true down the fairway. Rare, though.
I'm thankful when the store has a bench.
I'm thankful I got to watch Hank hammer #715. Barry Who?
I'm thankful I don't have to fiddle with the giblets today. Always a conundrum.
I'm thankful Robert Duvall is still kicking pigs.
I'm thankful for Mr. Borden, my elementary school principal. He scouted the halls with a paddle in one hand, and a cigar in his mouth. Good times, friends, good times.
I'm thankful for Van Morrison and Eric Clapton, whose guts exceed their musical prowess.
I'm thankful for tea. But more for coffee, and lots of it.
I'm thankful for Jacques Pepin.
I'm thankful Fidel is gone, finally.
I'm thankful for calculators.
I'm thankful for sea foam, my favorite color. Ah, the beach, the beach.
I'm thankful I can get a ten minute oil change. Well okay. I'm thankful for a half hour oil change?
I'm thankful my car's warranty has not expired, and that the IRS does not have a warrant for my arrest, though people keep calling and telling me otherwise.
I'm thankful for salt. And pepper. Freshly cracked, if you don't mind.
I'm thankful the dinner bell just rang. And I'm thankful you read this.
Happy Thanksgiving!
