Thanksgiving is one of my favorite times of the year. There just isn’t much not to like about Thanksgiving. And there is so much around to remind a person of how good they’ve got it.
Hence, the month of November brings with it a gravy wave of people expressing thankfulness. Some people make a daily public expression. I know one guy who makes a daily hate list. Some folks wait for the turkey’s last gobble before airing their laundry list of things to be thankful about.
I’m so thankful for my family and friends, the food on the table, this free country we live in, and etcetera.
Whence originates the conundrum serving as muse to this shenanigan of a post – thankful to whom? Thankful to what? Thankful to a god that likely doesn’t exist?
Uh, I don’t think so.
It is against my better nature to deny thanks where thanks is due. So instead of regaling my readers and friends with a diatribe of ethereal gratefulness, I’ve chosen a more direct approach.
I’m thankful to my wonderful parents for working so hard to provide for my sisters and me.
I’m thankful to my little sister for remembering all of the ways that I tortured her and my other sister when we were little. (Those are some funny stories.)
I’m thankful to my littlest sister for always skyping or calling me long distance.
I am thankful to Appa for scratching my back and being my best friend.
I’m thankful to whomever invented beer. (VERY thankful!)
I’m thankful to the engineers, scientists and doctors who’ve made it their life’s work to heal disease and improve the quality of life on this planet.
I’m thankful to my cats for showing me what a good bed I am, rubbing that cold, wet nose on my hand, shedding crap loads of soft fur all over my black pants, catching vermin and being so damn entertaining.
And I’m thankful to Shweeb for consistently picking me up when I am feeling beat down.
To whom are you thankful?