Thanksgiving. It’s not really about a long weekend, turkeys, or one of the busiest travel days of the year. I don’t know what it was really about for the Pilgrims, but for me, it’s about gratitude.
It’s a day to look into the most secret passages in your life and identify those areas for which you feel grateful. Family, friends, where you live, how you live, your health, the opportunities you have…You get the idea. Make a list.
Mine list is pretty simple: my parents, husband, daughter, my animal buddies, the opportunities that have enabled me to spend the last 30 years doing what I love – writing. I’m grateful that I live in a democracy.
Yeah, right-wing extremists and aspiring autocrats seek to undermine it through misinformation and conspiracy theories. But I’m grateful the media is finally calling trump and his cronies for what they are – con artists, thieves, shysters, power hungry narcissists.
Among them are the outer fringes who gather at Dealey Plaza, certain that JFK and his son will rise from the dead, declare that trump won the 2020 election, and reverse the election. I’m grateful for these nut cases because of the stark contrast they present to the rest of us.
While I’m all for the dead returning to life, I doubt that JFK or his son would endorse trump under any condition. I’m grateful for My Pillow guy and his silly proclamations about the fluctuating date when trump will resume the presidency. I’m grateful that Dominion has sued him for an absurd amount of money and that Fox News no longer runs his ads.
In spite of how politically dire things look in this country, I’m grateful we’re closing on 2021 and yes, I welcome 2022.
2022 could be worse if Omicron turns out to be what medical exerts are fearing.
Was reading about it yesterday. It sounds bad.