So – today is Thanksgiving. We give thanks one day of the year? What about the rest? And why do we celebrate a legend?
I give thanks every day
for having my husband with me after 51 years;
for having two wonderful daughters, a great son-in-law and another great son-out-of-law;
for being able to live in an adequate house, with all the basics;
for being able to buy and eat food every day;
for having a comfortable bed;
for being able to see the sun and the rain, and for smelling the leaves and feeling the air;
for being able to read so many great books (I don’t think I’ll ever be able to finish them all); for being able to listen to heavenly music (from classical to opera to tango to folklore to country to Brazilian to jazz to the four and only Beatles!);
for having so many special friends who fill my days with support and love, even though most live far from me;
for all the good wishes I received through the mail and Facebook;
for my friend Anna Capoccia who cooked the turkey and the trimmings, and her husband Loreto, who brought them here;
for my friend Ludy Grandas who bought food for us, and Jean-Paul Dumont who brought it and stayed to keep Guido company for a while;
for our daughters who can celebrate it together, waiting for us to be with them soon.
BUT – No thanks to all the doctors we are seeing, paying, and not getting results 😦