God, it is cold here and gray and it's a heavy and dense gray. The list of things I need to get done on this cold gray day are also heavy and dense but la-di-dah and blah, blah, blah.
Here is what I am grateful for- that I am still capable of putting this whole Thanksgiving thing together. I still have the strength and the desire and the house and the help. Not to mention the financial resources. Here's another thing I am eternally grateful for- that my family can come together and that all of those articles you read this time of year about how not to let the holidays descend into family madness and anger and arguments and hostility and resentments and everything short of gun play, do not apply to us at all. We may be all crazy, every one of us in our own ways. We may be loud and profane and as different as night and day, as different as hippie and hunter/jock, as different as Jack Spratt and his wife but somehow, none of that really matters. We come together and we laugh and we laugh.
We just love each other. We respect each other. We enjoy each other. We support each other.
That is what I am grateful for.
I have always said that when I was a kid, I didn't even even have the dream of a dream. But if I had, it would have been to have the family I would have wanted to be in.
And I do.
We are so incredibly precious to each other.
And we are all going to come together here in this old house which is also so precious to me, even with the rodents in the walls doing something which sounds remarkably like bowling AS WE SPEAK and there's a 90% chance of rain tomorrow night which is when we're having the party and Jessie and Vergil are about to hit the road for Florida with Greta The Good Dog and I need to take a walk/go to the store/cook/clean/pick magnolia branches, get out the twinkle lights, pray with all my pagan might that the rat poison we've been putting out doesn't result in a death stench the likes of which has not been experienced since the Plague, and GOD WHAT IS THAT NOISE? WHAT ARE THOSE RODENTS DOING IN THERE?
The fun never ends.
The love doesn't either and that is all that really matters.
Well, love and light and Velveeta Dip and rum and beer and oysters and hot running water and the heater and clean sheets and hugs and hugs and hugs and dancing in the hallway and a porch I can hide on when it all gets to be too much and we have all of those things and we have each other and I am grateful.
Right now, this second, I am most grateful.
Happy Monday, y'all.