I’m ready for a quiet Thanksgiving, reflecting on what I’m thankful for. I made the long drive yesterday, so my keys are resting in my pocket, and my blue Honda, Viaje, is parked outside, having done his duty once again to transport me safely.
I’m thankful for family and friends who love me and whom I love with all my heart.
I’m thankful for a healthy work environment.
I’m thankful that I’m generally healthy and have no risk factors for my upcoming surgery.
I’m thankful for all the delicious food and wine I have to eat and drink.
I’m thankful for the snow storm that was over by the time I had to drive through where it had been!
I hope all of you enjoy your Thanksgiving, if you celebrate. Hold your loved ones close and appreciate the blessings of the season.
My dad’s birthday was last week. It was an incredibly busy week, with my brother and his family here, my aunt and uncle here, and me working, and being sick. Add in a Labor Day weekend mini-getaway, and another aunt and uncle here, and you have a recipe for one exhausted worker bee.
I have been a bit down about my dad since then. I’m not surprised – but that doesn’t make it easier. I thought I got more birthdays with him. He always had everything he claimed to want, and if he didn’t, he generally just purchased it (or it cost approximately $2,500 and I couldn’t afford it). He wasn’t really a stuff kind of guy, unless you consider that he bought numerous duplicates for every article of clothing he liked. It explained why that Navy-blue t-shirt never seemed to wear out.
The other night my mom showed me what one of my uncles had been up to during their visit. My dad was a hobby woodworker, and he died with projects in various states of completion. Again, no surprise there. My uncle restored antique wooden boats for a living, so woodworking tools were right up his alley. My uncle finished a few of the project pieces that my mom had.
I’m so grateful to my uncle that he was able to do this for my mom, but it made me cry all the same. This little chest of drawers was one that my parents had worked on together several years ago, while taking a woodworking class at the local technical college. What a beautiful work of art that we will treasure having.