I haven’t been writing about my gratitude lately, but I’ve been feeling it. Sometimes it stops me in my tracks, and I think, “Damn, wouldja look at this.”
Here’s a little rundown of what I’ve been noticing lately, but have not been blogging about (I’m putting myself in the naughty chair for this) on the gratitude front:
Sometimes when I’m in my car and it’s really hot out and I turn on the air conditioning and the radio, I think about how thankful I am for the blast of coolness and tunes. I mean, how great is it not to be sweating like I’m in a sauna while I drive around singing like a pretend Taylor Swift? Plus, double bonus gratitude points that nobody can hear me, because well, THE ONLY THING TAYLOR AND I HAVE IN COMMON IS A VAGINA.
Yup, here’s me in the car.
It feels to me like Daisy, who we’ve had for almost a year now seems to have been bred with us in mind. Her sweetness, easygoing and affectionate personality, and the “I love everybody” way she lives her life are one of those things I can’t help marveling at. I’m in a constant state of, “How did we get this dog? How did we ever get this dog?” This is a non-stop 24/7/365 gratitude. I mean, HOW DID WE GET THIS DOG?
My daughter not only graduated from law school a few weeks ago, a week later, she actually got a job! When you think about your little toddlers toddling, you wonder what they might become when they grow out of their diapers and into adult clothes. Because she was so adept at arguing, we’d always laugh and say she was a born lawyer. Well, it turns out she is, and her expert arguing is going to help people in New York city avoid getting evicted. Ally is a real combo of substance and style and yup I am feeling VERY grateful she is launching into a life of public service that she is wildly excited about. Good show, Al–no argument.
We surprised the graduate with her name in lights! (A little funny that she’s called Ally and she’s going to be doing work where she’ll be an ally. And no, I didn’t think of that when I named her.) As her party invitation and our kitchen party banner says, “It’s like if RBG & Elle Woods had a baby.” Yup, that’s our girl.
It’s Farmer’s Market season! I’m pretty sure there isn’t a vegetable I wouldn’t marry, so browsing my options makes me giddy. Also, it’s just nice to support people who work the land and grow beautiful food. So, yeah, a bushel and a peck full of gratitude on that front.
It’s summer. And I love all things that are summer, like the whole flowers everywhere thing, the beach, every inch of it, including the annoying sand. Vineyard vibe, Cape escape.. Who doesn’t want to pull out the flip flops. I adore an early morning of blue sky before the sun goes balls to the wall. I love a summer night with a little breeze. I even love a hot, steamy days (but only a few). As a confirmed winter-hater, summer is my season and I am here for every single second of it with a gratitude that’s Mount Everest big.
One of my favorite people just moved back from 10 years in California, and although she has literally about one million family members who love her, I believe I am the happiest of any of them that she’s back! Welcome home Colleen! “Meet me in the middle of the day……”
Lastly, how can I express the gratitude i have for Trump being called out on his bullshit? There’s nothing big enough that could hold my feelings of thankfulness that someone so evil is being exposed in a court (multiple courts, in fact) of law on all his lying and cheating about very serious stuff. Take the lid of the dumpster and uncover the garbage. Halle-gratitude-lujah.
Ok, ok, I’m going to write more regularly about all I have to be thankful for. And you, how have you been? Tell me about your gratitude. Oh, c’mon, it’s always better when you share it.
*the gratitude-a-thon 