Stella! … Stella!!!
Okay, well if you aren’t already familiar with the play
A Streetcar Named Desire,
perhaps you won’t get my joke. I’m referring to the big “winter storm” in the eastern United States and here in Ontario and into Quebec and the Maritimes.
First it was the winter storm Stella and now it’s the Spring Equinox and first day of spring.
St. Patrick’s Day. World Happiness Day.
Either you’re drinking massive amounts of green beer or the day passes and you don’t do a single Irish thing, but you can’t help hearing about it. It’s the same with a day we are told to be happy.
World Happiness Day 2017: ticket to joy or time to ditch the smily face?
All these days.
I am thankful for snow in winter.
I like and appreciate it, during its season, but it is cold and I do happily move on from it by March/April.
I am thankful for flowers and birds and baby animals in spring.
Last year, I started off one of my TToT posts with some background about cherry blossoms, but today I am including a few others in this week’s title.
I can’t see them and their colours, but I am often obsessed with flowers, especially cherry blossoms at this time of year. I don’t know why those specifically.
Then I watched the new Anne of Green Gables series on CBC last night and there is a part where a cherry tree is featured.
If you know those books, Anne spots one when she first arrives off the train, before she meets Mathew and Marilla for the first time. She imagines climbing it and sleeping up in it if nobody had come to pick her up that day.
The blossoms are mentioned more throughout this newly updated version, and I took that as a sign of sorts, that spring has sprung.
I am thankful for anything Irish.
Don’t take my word for it. Don’t just drink some green beer. Visit Ireland and see it for yourself.
It was one of the best spur-of-the-moment decisions I’ve ever made. I don’t regret it and neither would you.
That’s why, whenever March 17th rolls around, though I love the music (like what Ed has done in the song above, anything else can’t quite live up to the real thing.
I am thankful to be working on a new piece which should be published in one week.
I am thankful the editor informed me of the stock photo she thought about including with my piece before simply going ahead and using it, without my knowledge.
It was a photo of a girl with her eyes closed. Part of what I do regularly is to educate people on what’s acceptable and what isn’t. I wish, sometimes, I didn’t have to do this. I wish people could understand without me having to explain it.
This may sound like I’m being self righteous about this kind of thing, but even if a girl with her eyes closed may say, right away to readers, “this woman can’t see,” it feels highly stereotypical and won’t help progress with people’s understanding and acceptance of those of us with disabilities.
I am thankful for the feeling of my baby niece’s soft head under my chin as I held her against my chest.
I held her while she slept. She has so much hair and it is so lovely.
I am thankful for her ability to already raise her head by herself.
I held her while her oma warmed up her bottle and I couldn’t believe how strong she already is. She will be one month old this week.
I am thankful for my four-year-old nephew reading his books to me.
Okay, so he didn’t so much read as explain about his favourite dinosaurs, but he did spell out “L i t t l e” on the sign as we were picking up a pizza.
So, he’s on his way. I try to explain to him that I can’t read his library book to him because my eyes don’t work. His response still is “my eyes work” as a way of comparing or reassuring himself or maybe just to inform me. I’m not sure, but, If I’m going to have a bonus thankful this week, it’s that his eyes do, indeed, work.
I am thankful when one of my really bad headaches subsides.
I am thankful for a doctor who understands when I can’t make it to my previously scheduled appointment, do to said awful headache, and their ability there to reschedule so soon.
I am particularly upset when I hear all the talk, south of the border, here in Canada, of U.S. healthcare. I want the kind of care I get, for every person who has lived with awful headaches, needed major surgery, been diagnosed with a chronic or terminal disease or illness, or who lives with a disability to not worry about not being covered or having to pay giant medical bills.
People in Canada complain about long wait times, convince themselves that our neighbours have the better options for medical treatments, and some may have terrible experiences with Canada’s healthcare system. All I know is my own experience and that of my family.
Healthcare shouldn’t be about insurance companies, deductibles, premiums, and whatever else I keep hearing, is all I hear when I hear the debates going on in the U.S. They talk of consumerism and shopping for the best health plans. Healthcare isn’t about shopping, even if so much of our society is all about consumerism. This is, in some cases, about life and death. It’s about feeling unwell or being able to be happy for more than only one day a year.
Ugh! It all gets me so fired up honestly, because I know what it’s like to need my country’s medical system. I have disability and medical conditions I depend on being treated for. I am lucky here. I hate how too much of the world still doesn’t get it.
It was a week where I could care less about the actual March Madness, as I am no basketball fan, but…as for some other madness:
It’s precisely why I need to count my blessings and why everything on my list today is needed more than ever and deserves the recognition in my own life.