It’s Thanksgiving and yesterday I promised myself I wouldn’t think today. But I woke up, and there they were–those pesky thoughts of the day.
I’M GRATEFUL FOR
Being an old man and not just a memory
Living in an imperfect country, rather than Rwanda
Worrying about becoming groggy from too much turkey, rather than starvation
Thankful for a family that tolerates my unskillful words and actions although I get annoyed at theirs
Living in a historical epoch when values I advocated my entire life are almost acceptable
Exhausted after building a deck rather than achy from sitting on a couch all day
People still admiring my woodwork more from compassion than from honesty
An oncologist who appreciates the quality of life as much as the quantity of it
I’ll be far, far away from civilization on Black Friday.