I’m generally not the sort to stop and assess my life. Perhaps I should. If I did, I’d have to admit that Thanksgiving is one of the best times to do that. It’s a day when many stop to count their blessings.
Let me give it a try.
- I’m thankful last weekend’s snow will melt and we will hit 50 degrees (or higher) this weekend. While I raked my yard and cleaned my gutters, my hoses and sprinklers are still buried under snow. I’m thankful I will be able to complete my fall clean-up.
- I’m thankful that it’s almost show time for the Rosetown Playhouse production of The Ultimate Santa Claus. It’s been fun rehearsing 3 nights a week since before Halloween – but it’s starting to wear on me and I’m thankful that it’s time to get in front of the audience.
- I’m thankful that I still have vacation time remaining and it looks like I will be able to use it all by the end of the year. Oh the “burden” of too much vacation – It’s been a busy year. It’s been so busy that I haven’t used all the vacation available to me, so I’ve got some vacation to burn. I’m thankful that I can take time before the end of the year.
- I’m thankful that the Oval is open – though I’m too busy to get over there for another week or two. I thankful for this great way to enjoy Minnesota winters.
We have a new tradition in our house – two Thanksgiving celebrations. Thursday we celebrate with some dear friends of ours, and Friday we stage round 2 with family. The family Thanksgiving is always fluid. You never know who will show up or what will they bring. This year my in-laws – world-traveling Septuagenarians – are in Peru so they are out, but my side of the family will be there – and my nephew (who loves to bake) is bringing the pies.