Here are just a couple of people I’ve been meaning to say thanks to. Sorry it took me so long.
The moving company manager, who surprised me with a refund check saying they overcharged me when I wouldn’t have known the difference.
The ‘trash man’, who placed my emptied barrel on side of house, put the cover on and gave it a little pat before he moved on. I saw you, thanks!
Friends who pick up where we left off, even if there happened to be a 20 year break in the middle.
The people who tend to the sponsored traffic island gardens around the city- nice job!
Coffee Time, for making delicious golden birthday cakes with buttercream frosting. So delicious, I sometimes get a small one just for me, when it’s not even my birthday. Wait, did I just say that out loud?
The car repair guy, who waited for me to get to the shop to replace my broken wipers on a rainy night, even though it was long after closing hours. And he didn’t even seem to mind.
Little kids who take a liking to me and let me know what it feels like to be a mom, if just for a moment.
Philanthropic companies. Times are tough for all of us, but you still give what you can. You rock.
The person in the grocery store who randomly handed me a $1 off coupon for something I just put in my carriage. Nice!
The state trooper who was at the scene of my brother’s death in a car accident, who randomly checked in with me for years after my brother had been killed, just to see how my family was doing. Above and beyond.
Everyone over the years who has said “you can do it!” when I wasn’t sure I could. Sometimes I still couldn’t do ‘it’, but it was still nice that you had faith in me.
My long-time primary care doctor, who truly and deeply cares about my well-being inside and out. She's sick! (in the way that we now say something is 'sick' if it is really, really good).
My notoriously tough college English professor, who gave me an A+ on an original screenplay and added a note that my writing was indicative of a “beautiful soul”, words I never forgot and still aspire to live up to.
My wonderfully wild memories of the crazy hyjinks we use to pull in the workplace at the Salem Evening News, back in the days when it really was just the SALEM Evening News, and you could balance work and fun without getting into trouble.
The scruffy guy at the coffee shop who overheard me talking about a fundraiser I was working on, and handed me a $250 check from the construction company he owned. You never know!
The nice lady who gave me a hug and wiped my away my tears after I crashed my bike, back when you could show that kind of affection to other people’s kids without worry.
The penny candy guy on the corner who would occasionally let me pick a free bonus piece- score!
My co-workers, who send me encouraging notes thanking me for helping them balance their work and personal life, reminding me that we can sometimes make a big difference in very small ways.
The little girl who was washing her hands in the bathroom at Fantasy Island, and spontaneously said to her mother as I walked in: “Mama, she’s beautiful!” (NOTE: I was only about 10 myself at the time).
My running friend who said she missed my blog, reminding me I missed writing it too.
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Wednesday, June 11, 2014
Wednesday, November 21, 2012
Thanksgiving Once Again
This
year passed with alarming speed. A year seemed like a month, a month like a
day, and an hour just a blink. As a child, I counted the seconds between seeing
the lightening and hearing the thunder to determine how close it was (one-one
thousand, two-one thousand…) If a similar calculation existed to know how close
we were to our own end, I wonder if we’d spend less time on “have to do” and
more time on “want to do”, or if we’d get so caught up counting the days we
have left that we’d lose them in the process.
Four years ago, in a nod to Thanksgiving, I whipped off a list of things I’m grateful for, both large and small, and I’ve continued the tradition with a new list each year since. Strung together, they are the rope I hang onto when I need to slow down the passage of time (one-one thousand, two-one thousand), and I am thankful for each and every one of them.
A cool pillow on a warm night. A warm comforter on a cool night. The perfect weather of warm days and cool nights. A morning sky full of kaleidoscope colors that takes your breath away. Taking a deep breath. Clearing your mind. Speaking your mind.
A feel good story. Feeling good. Having good vibes. Playing old 45 records. Breaking a record. Not breaking a promise. Not being afraid of making a mistake. Knowing what you need to do. The courage to actually do it. Words of encouragement.
The End.
Four years ago, in a nod to Thanksgiving, I whipped off a list of things I’m grateful for, both large and small, and I’ve continued the tradition with a new list each year since. Strung together, they are the rope I hang onto when I need to slow down the passage of time (one-one thousand, two-one thousand), and I am thankful for each and every one of them.
Parents
who hold hands with their children as they walk them to school. Things you
can’t learn in school. A little mitten holding onto your hand. Kids whose hats
fall in their faces when try to look up at you. Kids who skip for no reason.
Skipping a boring meeting. Meeting
friends after a bad day at work. A good
day at work. Working out. Working it out. Making a living. Making it work.
Weather
forecasters being wrong about a big storm. Weathering the storm. A beautiful
day. Beauty in the eyes of the beholder.
Springing into action. Leaves opening on the trees in the spring.
Discovering a great view the leaves were blocking after they fall.
A cool pillow on a warm night. A warm comforter on a cool night. The perfect weather of warm days and cool nights. A morning sky full of kaleidoscope colors that takes your breath away. Taking a deep breath. Clearing your mind. Speaking your mind.
Belly
laughs that make your sides hurt and your eyes water. Being tickled. Tickling
your fancy. Little girls wearing fancy dresses.
Christmas
music in July. Jimmy Buffet music in January. Old disco at a wedding.
Remembering your old moves. Thinking that you’ve still ‘got it’ even when you
don’t. Surviving a company move. Having a job to move to. New digs. New kicks.
Kicking a bad habit. Starting a good habit.
A
day spent not looking in a mirror. Being OK with what you see in the mirror.
Being fit. Not having to fit in. Fitting into skinny jeans. Short shorts in
summer. The short version of a story when I’m busy, the long version over a
relaxed dinner. Shortcuts. Relaxing dinners.
The
smell of fresh baked rolls at Subway. The smell of cinnamon buns at Cinnabon.
Rolling out of bed to the smell of coffee brewing. Cinnamon in my morning coffee. A
morning run with friends.
The first few chews of gum before it loses its flavor. The
first snowflakes that melt as they hit the ground. The first few months of a
relationship before it loses its glow. Not losing the glow. Healthy food that
doesn’t make you lose your appetite. A healthy appetite. Comfort food. Being
comfortable in your own skin.
A
perspective changing vacation. Changing your mind. Changing over your clothes
for the season and finding something you forgot you bought last year, score!
Dogs
who patiently wait for their owners without being tied up. Little boys wearing
ties. Cutting painful ties. Drivers who let you cut into traffic. Cars not
blocking the intersection. Not having a mental block. Inspiration. Sincerity.
Making
memories. Being memorable. Giving credit where credit is due. Fighting the good
fight. Putting out fires. Not starting them to begin with.
A feel good story. Feeling good. Having good vibes. Playing old 45 records. Breaking a record. Not breaking a promise. Not being afraid of making a mistake. Knowing what you need to do. The courage to actually do it. Words of encouragement.
Faith
in the afterlife. Restoring your faith in mankind. Being kind. Being at peace
at the end.
Peace.
The End.
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