raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens. Whoops, sorry, wrong celebration.
A loving husband whom I love in return.
A good strong roof over my head and a comfy and fun house to live in.
A decent job (what we do is hard work but we don't work hard -- kah).
Coworkers and bosses with good intentions.
A company that is generous to employees and to the surrounding community.
A short commute in a nice car.
Two amazing loving, sweet, funny, playful cats.
Friends. Dance. Good food.
The luxury of not having to eat meat.
So far, no hard choices among the basics - heat, food, medicine.
Enough of a cushion that those hard choices are not on our radar. Not right now.
A reasonable amount of intelligence and inquisitiveness.
A love for the seasons that swirl around us.
A beautiful view out my bedroom window.
Warm clothes. Clean underwear.
Funny and loving friends. More dance.
Sunlight.
Good coffee.
Good health.
The ability to walk.
Swimming.
The kindness of friends and neighbors.
Deep hearty laughs.
Hope for this country.
And not just one, but two Thanksgiving dinners at which to celebrate my very rich bounty of a life.
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Whiskers on kittens (or cats) are still very good things. :-}
And good friends, life would be so much less without them. Happy Thanksgiving to you and all who are part of your life.
This my favorite holiday - a nice tradition you Americans have.
ooh. another thing to be grateful for - thanksgiving. It is kind of a nifty invention. And dear friends, too. I have much to be thankful for.
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