I live on a lovely farm, surrounded by strawberry fields, vineyards and ranches. Today the rain has come again – the rain I whined and bitched about last week – yes, it’s back. But this morning, something is different…
My desk sits in front of a large picture window that looks out upon lush, green fields, oak trees, and a gray sky that today feels more like a cozy blanket than a bearer of gloom. Mason-kitty, aka “Mr. Useless As Tits On A Bull,” sits on the desk gazing out the window at birds he’ll never catch, while Dixie, the four-pound princess, snuggles and snoozes tightly zipped up inside my jacket, her tiny head pressed against my heart.
My world is at peace… and I am grateful.
Elsewhere blizzards have made the lives of many of my friends miserable and difficult and it would appear there is no end in sight. In Washington
Still, this country has given me freedoms and opportunities unknown to women in so many other parts of the world… and I am grateful.
Unemployment has devastated the middle class, while the rich continue to get richer. The average time between losing and finding a job now is 30 weeks.
I will never be rich. I will probably always be up to my ass in debt, but I have a job… and I am grateful.
I have friends whose love and generosity continuously amaze me. I have food when I’m hungry, water when I thirst, and a warm bed where I sleep safe and free from the sounds of war… and I am grateful.
I have my health and, at least for the time being, I have health insurance. My friend, Kristi Stevens at Stepford Stories, wrote eloquently this week about the plight of those who don’t and I encourage you all to read it.
There will always be plenty of days and things to find fault with. Today, however, I will bitch about nothing. Today, I will just be grateful…
And I’m always grateful for your comments…
