Okay,, I did it again. What week is this, exactly, that I came late to the party and linked up last? I keep this as a priority, but it does end up falling down a point…or five.
Birthday photos come a week later, first of my time holding my niece, by the swing set she is too young to enjoy just yet. I am still thinking birthdays…my parents and a friend and so on.
But forest fires continue to burn on the west coast and far away there is violence, such that I cannot imagine, and here I sit, writing another list of what I am thankful for in this life.
I am thankful for the best spaghetti dinner ever.
My brother made it. spaghetti has been a favourite food in my family for a long time, since our traditional spaghetti dinner, every Christmas Eve when I was young.
Now my brother makes it so well, as he’s been perfecting it. We went another way with the food in the title of our podcast (the one I was there to make when this meal was made) but, if I could have come up with a clever enough name using spaghetti, I would have.
He now takes care, not to eat sauce from a can, but to make it with vegetables and spices, allowing it to simmer.
My brother has perfected spaghetti and my sister has perfected cupcakes.
I am thankful for the birth and birthday of a lifelong friend.
We’ve been friends since we were ten. She was one of the few kids to approach me, on that first day at a new school. I had felt like a bit of a sideshow then, but our friendship grew into so much more.
I think of her now, so far away and on a path I never could have guessed at, and I smile and put my hand to my heart.
I am thankful for a long chat with a writer friend.
She writes about science. She is a scientist who loves to write, I suppose it would be better to say.
We talked for a long time, about everything concerning writing, as we are both trying to make it, using our skills, on our own.
Though our lives are vastly different from one another, our thoughts often come back to the same thing, something involving the art and the struggle of being a writer.
I am thankful for a gift of Gummy Bears.
I was working on a piece, on deadline, and someone knew it.
They sent me a treat, even if it was just a picture of that treat, a virtual treat as it were.
Still, to know they were thinking of me, there in that moment, was a nice thing, plain and simply.
I am thankful for superstitions like the famous Friday the 13th.
They have given me something to write about and to think about. They have caused me to challenge what I think and what I believe.
I am thankful for a visit with my neighbour where she helped me figure out how to take action in a few areas of my life.
She is good at narrowing an issue or a particular problem down. She keeps me thinking ahead and on task. Checking in on me periodically has helped a great deal since knowing her.
I am thankful for a delicious lunch/latte with another writing friend.
The wrap and the latte were just the thing for a Friday, as tired as I felt. I like hearing her take on things and I hope to be an ear to listen with for her, someone she knows she can trust.
I am thankful for a challenging violin lesson and yoga session, both within two days.
New poses to strengthen. New parts to repeat and drill into my thick head.
It is all a challenge, but a giant breath of fresh air too.
I am thankful for a friend’s writing getting published and read this week.
She is speaking up, speaking out, and writing.
I am thankful we got a 60 minute episode of Ketchup On Pancakes recorded and up on our SoundCloud page.
When I think of my mom, I think of growing things, like flowers.
Apparently, so do others.