I didn’t draw on Nov. 14. But I was grateful for a dinner invitation, for friends comfortable enough for teasing, for hugs, for people who pray together, and for honey marked down to 99 cents at the grocery store because of a dent in the bottle.
I didn’t draw on Nov. 15 either. But I was glad for a lunch invitation, for a wonderful waitress, for honesty, for restaurants that carry hot tea, and for the post-meal ahhh of Andes candies.
On Nov. 16, I was thankful for my cat. For her companionship, her silliness, her various tones of voice, her excellent alarm clock function, her abiding appreciation of cardboard boxes, and her nearness in her new favorite sleeping spot, on top of the bookcase against my desk.
I was also excited about wearing cold weather accessories again, especially this scarf that a former boss knitted for me for my birthday years ago.
On Nov. 17, I was grateful for a glorious sunny day, a lunch invitation and a delicious meal with a table full of folks, the hospitality of someone going to the trouble to make me decaf coffee, a borrowed book, and a goofy moment at work that made us all laugh. And at work and at home, I am glad for the simple tools that help, especially these.
Yesterday, on Nov. 18, I enjoyed doughnut holes at work, email banter with my brother, the satisfaction of four loads of laundry washed and dried and folded and stowed, a visit with a friend in the hospital, and a Skype visit. I was also glad to come across Dad’s comb.
And today …
I am grateful for the trail of hearts I walked through on the way to work this morning, for the consultations with colleagues over grammar and arcane editing questions, for the festive color and flavor of tomato-roasted-red-pepper soup, for phone conversations with family, and to find some things I had been missing.
And I’m grateful for every person who is seeing these pictures and reading these words. Thank you for coming by.