I am thankful for the Doris Shaheen Breast Health Center, where I go each year – and where I went today – for my annual mammogram.
If you’re old enough to have mammograms, then go get one. It takes about ten minutes and then you’re free for a whole year.
On the 16th, I rushed around the office making ready for my employer to leave the country for a week. I’m fortunate, in this economy, to still have an employer. But what I’m grateful for is that I have an employer who I genuinely like and enjoy spending a third of my life with.
On the 17th, I had brunch with my three brunchistas, and we laughed and hooted and hollered and carried on for a few hours, like we always do, and then we all toddled off to continue our Saturdays.
The rest of my Saturday involved going out to the Elks Lodge in Tucker and seeing my most fabulous friend, Moxie Anne Magnus.
In the grand scheme of things, my brunchistas are new friends, because Ms. Magnus and I have been friends since we were in elementary school. I am thankful to have both kinds of friends.
On the 18th, Brantley and I had brunch and went to the fabric store, and then I piddled around the house. I’m thankful for time to spend with my friends. Mostly I’m thankful my friends want to spend time with me.
Because I am apparently the most naive person in the world, I am often the last person in America to find things out.
By “things,” I mean things that everybody already knows.
Usually my good and great friend Lynn is the one to disabuse me of my wide-eyed innocence.
I’m thankful that my friends let me go my merry way most of the time.
And I’m really thankful that Lynn doesn’t laugh too very hysterically when she enlightens me. Most of the time.
This ridiculous kid will be six tomorrow. His name is Ezra, and he’s the best. He’s hilarious and brilliant and maddening and sweet and loving.
In short, he’s a sport.
I’m thankful he’s my godkid, every single day. He makes me a better person.
I am the boss of me when I’m not at work.
So I’m sending myself and my pitiful little dog to bed. Her feelings hurt and my head does.
We’re both thankful this day is over and nobody stands between us and putting it behind us.
At 7:30 tomorrow morning, I have to have my little dog at the vet to have her teeth cleaned and have two of them out.
She will be fit to be tied.
I am dreading leaving her there. I’ve never left her anywhere that wasn’t with someone beloved to me, let alone in an animal hospital – all hard surfaces, and if I didn’t think she’d know something was wrong, I would have myself a little cry.
For years and years I didn’t have her, and then suddenly, I did. Now I don’t remember my life without her.
Every day I’m thankful she’s my constant companion.
I am thankful that I haven’t, thus far, run over some idiot who has wandered into the traffic talking on the phone or texting.
For one thing, it would be horrible to kill somebody. For another, that seems like something that would generate a lot of awkward questions and paperwork.
Did you go outside today? It was perfect.
The leaves on the maples are turning and they’re glowing gold and red against the sky. The sky is that blue that just breaks my heart.
I put a little Japanese maple in my front yard a few years ago, and it’s grown about a foot. The leaves look like little tiny hands. This is the first year it’s turned red. Tomorrow I’ll take a picture of it.
I’m always thankful for fall in Atlanta. It just slays me.
My sister had to have her adenoids out, along with some abscesses back there.
She’s fine and already out of the hospital.
I’m thankful she’s okay, but more than that, I’m thankful for my sister.
Just like a Slattery 