Although it's early for New Year's resolutions, one of mine is to figure out why your posts almost always make me start weeping (I realize this could be a function of old age).
Meanwhile, I am exceptionally grateful that I had the good sense to follow you from your comments on HCR right into your living …
Although it's early for New Year's resolutions, one of mine is to figure out why your posts almost always make me start weeping (I realize this could be a function of old age).
Meanwhile, I am exceptionally grateful that I had the good sense to follow you from your comments on HCR right into your living room. Believe me, I'm not known for my good sense.
I, too, am grateful for Donald Trump. During the course of his candidacy, presidency, and the aftermath, I have learned more about how this government works than I would have under other circumstances. When we need to learn to survive, we learn. It has been a Civics lesson.
I am grateful for all the hope that the mid-terms hold out.
I am, in general, grateful for all the political energy on the right side of history.
Mostly, though, I am brought to my knees with gratitude for people.
For my beautiful 7-year-old grandson, with his brilliant, eccentric mind and for our deep bond, forged almost from the day he was born.
For my 52-year-old son who is the same kind of adoring and flawed parent I was and who, at 52, with his first and only child, is exhausted most of the time.
For the unconditional support I exchange daily with the recovering alcoholics with whom I have kept company for 36 years. Wounded healers all.
For my legions of cousins, even those I don't like.
For Zoom that has made it possible for me to spend time every week with an old colleague who is dying.
For my dear cat, Isaac, who died over a year ago and whose life and death changed everything.
For Feline Fridays.
For every name I see, every personality I encounter here every day. How quickly we get to know each other.
A near-perfect balance again, TC.
Although it's early for New Year's resolutions, one of mine is to figure out why your posts almost always make me start weeping (I realize this could be a function of old age).
Meanwhile, I am exceptionally grateful that I had the good sense to follow you from your comments on HCR right into your living room. Believe me, I'm not known for my good sense.
I, too, am grateful for Donald Trump. During the course of his candidacy, presidency, and the aftermath, I have learned more about how this government works than I would have under other circumstances. When we need to learn to survive, we learn. It has been a Civics lesson.
I am grateful for all the hope that the mid-terms hold out.
I am, in general, grateful for all the political energy on the right side of history.
Mostly, though, I am brought to my knees with gratitude for people.
For my beautiful 7-year-old grandson, with his brilliant, eccentric mind and for our deep bond, forged almost from the day he was born.
For my 52-year-old son who is the same kind of adoring and flawed parent I was and who, at 52, with his first and only child, is exhausted most of the time.
For the unconditional support I exchange daily with the recovering alcoholics with whom I have kept company for 36 years. Wounded healers all.
For my legions of cousins, even those I don't like.
For Zoom that has made it possible for me to spend time every week with an old colleague who is dying.
For my dear cat, Isaac, who died over a year ago and whose life and death changed everything.
For Feline Fridays.
For every name I see, every personality I encounter here every day. How quickly we get to know each other.
Thank you, TC and everyone.