Morning Thanks

Garrison Keillor once said we'd all be better off if we all started the day by giving thanks for just one thing. I'll try.

Thursday, November 22, 2007

Thanksgivings



A Thanksgiving Diary update

Thanksgiving Day, 2005
Thanksgiving Day, 2007
It’s just before five on Thanksgiving morning in a dark house. My wife’s day-long preparations are ready. In a couple hours she’ll shove in the turkey, and then later we’ll feast—the whole family.
[Nothing's changed. We'll eat later because our son is flying home in the early afternoon--otherwise, same computer, same basement, same pix on the wall. And, of course, I'm now just two months from sixty.]

I started this daily thanks business, betting on Garrison Keillor’s idea—with the hope that I’d smile more if I took a minute to thank the Lord almighty for something every day. He doesn’t need it, but I do.
[I don't regret doing the Keillor thing, spending an entire year in early morning thanksgiving--it was good for me. I really believed it was a wonderful concept for a book, but on that score I guess I was wrong. Been wrong a lot lately.]

My son-in-law has a new job, my daughter is happy, and the two of them love each other and their kids.
[The new job has worked out well; lots of stress, but what else is new. They're still a happy family.]
Our parents, despite their age, are doing well.
[But they're all two years older and two years closer to an end none of them fear and all wish would come quickly and easily.]

Just a step out of the darkness for my son is hopeful, . . .
[he's doing very well in graduate school, even went to a big-time football game--he must like the girl who took him there]

--and those grandchildren—all they’ve got to do is show up and I giggle
[well, these days I have to vie for attention, but they're still darling].

My wife and I have the loons on a lake in Minnesota
[although Bill and Nancy are selling, and while we'll get another summer, there will be no more northern Minnesota falls--unless we find some place new].

This Thanksgiving morning I’m thankful that there’s always something, always hope, always the dawn.
[Amen and amen.]

1 comment:

Mel said...

I found your blog by accident last night. You're a talanted writer. Many of the things you write about make my eyes well up. I'm a 61 year old man in a similar situation. Mel