Thank you, God, for every blessing
For pie and turkey and for dressing
Thank you for cranberries and for parades
For pilgrims and for football played
Thanks for grandparents, uncles, aunts
And, most of all, thanks for elastic pants
Linking up with Denise at Girlie On The Edge's Blog for Six Sentence Stories with the prompt "elastic"
I always have the best of intentions to write my Ten Things of Thankful every week, but you know what they say about the road to Hell....
There's so much sadness, it seems. Remember me, your Pollyanna, glass-half-full, look for the silver lining, bloggy friend? She is I am sad. Worried. Fearful.
Ruth Bader Ginsburg's death was just about the last straw.
But where would we be if RBG had felt sorry for herself instead of fighting? I can tell you that, for one, I would have a credit card that said "Mrs. David Dillon" on it instead of my own name, because that's what my mother had when I was growing up. I also wouldn't have been able to sign a lease on the apartments I lived in during my single years (SO many apartments...). Or bought a car myself. Or consented to my own medical treatment.
So, by golly, I'm going to give you Ten Things of Thankful, because RBG would have wanted it that way (if she knew about TToT, that is).
1. I've lost just over 25 pounds over the past three months. Not going to say it's been easy, but it's totally been worth it. I feel (and look) much better than I have for a few years!
2. New jeans. A size smaller.
3. Open windows thanks to cooler weather.
4. The Chiefs won in overtime today. Mahomes brought it, as usual.
5. My nugs at school greet me every morning when I walk in the room by shouting "Dillon!" (truthfully, they shout "Diwwon" and it's freaking adorable) and running to hug me. It's a terrific way to start the day.
6. Almost flannel shirt weather.
7. Roasted vegetables.
8. Six Sentence Stories. I need to participate every week, because I truly enjoy it, but see above. I did write one this week, though. You can read it here, and I would be so pleased if you did.
9. I got a delightful surprise for my birthday - a darling book from my cousin and co-host of Ten Things of Thankful, Kristi. I'm going to read it to my preschoolers for THEIR birthdays!
10. Oh, yeah, I had a birthday earlier this month. I am proud to say I am now 60 but still act like I'm 11.
Find your thankfuls. Do it for RBG. Do it for yourself. Just do it.
p.s. If anyone can tell me how to add a caption to a photo in the new Blogger (that I hate, hate, HAAAAATE), let me know please and thank you
Maya and Beck honeymooning by spending two weeks backpacking along the rugged Ridge Trail was no surprise to anyone who knew them; after all, they met a year earlier when their separate hiking groups overnighted at the same campsite, and their individual senses of adventure were instantly entwined and became one.
After posing for selfies atop a rugged crag that clung to the side of the mountain, the newlyweds began their descent, laughing and talking as they made their way down to the valley below, and as they debated the merits of stopping for the day or pushing on a little longer in order to shorten that next, final day of hiking, the couple pushed through a thicket and found themselves amidst a small group of folks, men and women alike, who were engaged in various activities, including setting up a large, wooden table under the trees while others gathered firewood and still others danced to the odd cadence of a drum.
The drumbeat stopped abruptly as several dozen pairs of eyes turned towards Maya and Beck, who met the surprised stares with ones of their own, but before they could say a word, a silver haired gentleman stepped forward and greeted them with a firm but gentle voice while beckoning them to the center of the clearing. Nearby, several of the women appeared to be preparing a meal, tossing vegetables into an enormous black kettle that hovered over a hot fire, and as they worked, the women sang a wordless tune.
It was an eerily beautiful scene, and mesmerized, Maya's hand slipped out of Beck's as she moved closer to the group. She didn't even flinch when the silver haired man struck Beck in the back of the head with a heavy piece of firewood, and she closed her eyes and began to sway to the women's song as they lifted Beck's body, slid it into the kettle, and began to stir.
Linking up with Denise at Girlie On The Edge's Blog for Six Sentence Stories with the prompt "kettle"
