The Thanksgiving meal is over, visiting family and those who take residence here have dispersed and I find myself in a rare place of solitude. Seeing my nieces and nephew in varying stages of teenhood and adulthood (they are all now in the double digits) is both fascinating and wistful. They grow up so fast. The kids table is now the main table to be at, and we, the four parents are the ones who eavesdrop as our children reminisce of Thanksgivings past, re-introduce egregious sibling sins, and we are amused as the one interloper (herein referred to as “the boyfriend”) tries to make sense of it all.
This Thanksgiving went by so fast, that I didn’t have a chance to articulate my annual thoughts on gratitude and thankfulness. To some this list may seem petty and insignificant, but I’ve spent a lifetime divining great meaning in the little things. So in no significant or meaningful order, this Thanksgiving I am thankful for:
- A kitchen that actually works. After four months of reconstruction and insurance wrangling, we have cabinets to put dishes in, appliances to do what they are supposed to do and a sink and faucet complete with running water.
- An enormously talented chef-in-training that knows how to use a kitchen that actually works, especially on Thanksgiving.
- My teen-aged daughter who can make me laugh even when I’m giving instructions on the fine art of cleaning the toilet.
- The cat who refrained from coughing up a hairball while guests were in the house.
- My brother-in-law who used his superhero powers to rescue the cranberries that were left behind, and all the family members who made sure that we saved a plate of appetizers and had a large glass of wine ready for him upon his return.
- My sister and her family. No matter what, I will always have a big sister that has my back and her children to remind me that wit and wisdom is alive and well.
- Family that weren’t at the table due to distance or divergent plans. I hope you know you always have an open invitation if you can put up with this household’s penchant for chaos and calamity.
- Towels and a fan. Both were enough to keep a new water problem at bay as the rising groundwater from our torrential rains exposed a leak in our foundation. I am slowly becoming a water damage expert and I am thankful for all the new things (bad words) I’ve learned this year as they have helped keep my blood pressure low.
- Friends who remind me that either I am perfectly sane, or they are just as crazy as I am. To all of you: I find great comfort in that thought. Keep up the charade.
- A moment’s quiet. It is in those wee moments that I often hear poetry, catch my reflection, or write a stanza of truth.
Happy Thanksgiving! Now back to that water leak . . .