I’ve Got Plenty To Be Thankful For

Right now I’m in the middle of my Thanksgiving preparations. I’m having, essentially, the same menu I’ve had for a dozen years. A list of links to the recipes is here. A picture of our Thanksgiving table is here.

Our custom, as had been the custom of my mom and dad, is for each person, beginning with the youngest and ending with the eldest, to say what they’re thankful for before we begin eating. Last year we had a crowd—all of my siblings and most of their children with spouses and significant others. This year it will just be my wife, me, and a dear old friend. Saying what we’re thankful for won’t take nearly as long and we can get to our dinner all the sooner.

I’m sure I won’t be the youngest to see this but I’ll start anyway.

First and foremost as always I am thankful for my dear wife. Her love and support makes every day a joy.

I’m thankful for the continuing good health, prosperity, and happiness of my siblings, their spouses, my nephews and nieces, and their spouses or significant others. We’re all alive, striving, sane, not in jail, not addicted to drugs or alcohol, and paying our bills. That’s a lot to be thankful for.

I’m thankful for all of my dogs but especially for our beloved Tally. At fourteen years and nearly eight months every single day is a gift for which I’m thankful. I can’t even begin to tell you how much she has taught us and enriched our lives.

I’m thankful for my clients. Each and every one of them has less business than they did five years ago, in some cases due to the recession and its aftermath, in others for entirely different reasons. That means that I have less business, too. Honestly, I could use another twenty billable hours a month but others are in so much more serious straits I can only say that I’m grateful for what I have.

Finally and significantly, I’m thankful for my readers. You energize me, challenge me, keep me honest, teach me. You help me to maintain my sanity in a world hurtling towards madness. For that I am sincerely thankful.

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  • I was staggered, and fought to the best of my might, but it’s true. I’m carrying your Christ.

  • Your faith is justified. We like justice in this house.

  • He’s had a name for a while. It’s Stafford Cambion Gore. Stafford was Lyman’s mother’s maiden surname.

    Cambion is the offspring of an incubus.

  • I think I’ll call him “Cam”, unless I’m upset.

  • So there. It’s out. Properly weird annunciation, isn’t it?

  • No, it’s not science fiction.

    After I speak to Dr. Webber, I’ll be happy to give you all my notes.

  • Please be my business manager.

  • Have you any experience with astral planes?

  • I’ve been through about four. It’s ungodly. It’s scientific.

  • M’boy says I’ve been through 8 planes.

  • Thing fall into place, don’t they?

  • I need you and your wife, truly. THE DOGS ARE JUST A PLUS.

  • Beautiful, well-kept, winsome Rottweiler-Dane I met yesterday. He was Marsha’s son’s dog. What a family.

  • He weighs more than I do. And eats more.

  • TastyBits

    @Dave Schuler

    I ran across something that may interest you. It looks interesting, but I do not have time to get up to speed on linguistics. I am posting it here because it is OT.

    English is a Scandinavian language?

  • Yes, that’s interesting. I wonder how you’d disaggregate the role of North Scandinavian languages on English via Anglo-Danish from the Norse influences on Norman? I think it all supports my view that the old tree metaphor for language development is inadequate and a more complex network model should be adopted.

  • TastyBits

    I thought you would understand it, but this is far beyond me. My knowledge is probably out-of-date, and it may never have been correct. There is a link between the Germanic or Frankish or one of the Goths and India. Language was evidence of the link. I recall Indus and Aryan were somehow involved.

    My first thought was about dinosaur displays being wrong. The shoulder bone is actually the hip bone.

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