Saturday, November 19, 2011

bogged down, but in a good way

Even though there's still a day or two of school, and several of work, Thanksgiving is upon us. If you need convincing, there's a cranberry 'bog' in the middle of the Fresh Market. It's one of my favorite sensory treats of this annual feast of the senses. Right about now I need to make a list and check it twice (so that dinner will be extra nice), but the rest is gravy. Just show up and show some gratitude. I can do that. If not for a cure for Type 1 Diabetes (yet!), then for the precious Target pharmacist who fills the insulin prescription. And especially for that lifesaver, insulin! If not for Cocoa curled contentedly at our feet, then for the unfettered exuberance of the lost puppy we took in last summer. If not for the fiscal downturn at work, then for the unstructured time that's opened up for me to think, write, pray. Are you with me here? There's really not a whole lot to Thanksgiving, except everything: a fairly simple yet delicious meal with loved ones, enough leftovers for a good Dagwood sandwich and a wholehearted appreciation for the crazy, colorful cornucopia of life.

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