I am thankful for the funky neighborhood bar where I've been communing every Friday night (well, almost) for the last seven (eight? six? I wish I could remember) years and all the people who've become my friends there, with whom I lifted a glass (or a bottle) for the last time tonight. It's been a nice ride in Paradise. Tonight was the last night. We're going to miss it.
I am thankful for Best Friend and her Husband, who've been steadfast when it wasn't for the faint of heart. I wish they could have been there tonight.
I am thankful that I have a job. I make fun of the KnockingShitDownCompany but sometimes good things happen there, like this morning when Dean showed up, released, after having been incarcerated. We knew something was really wrong when we got the paperwork from the field, back a couple of months ago and saw that he hadn't shown up for work, three days. I started looking, like solving a puzzle, and finally found him, locked up, Fulton County. If it'd been $500 to get him out we might have done it, but $5000 was higher than the KSDCo would go, even for a good man. Then the D.A.'s office called and said he really shouldn't have been locked up and if he had work they'd let him out and this morning he was there, for a paycheck that'd been waiting for him and I found him a place to stay and told him where to be Monday morning. I'm thankful that Dean isn't locked up tonight and that I got a chance to help with that.
I am thankful that I'm going to get to be with my family on Thanksgiving. I wish Middle Son was going to be here but thankful that he felt like calling me five or six (or seven?) times today and tonight trying to figure out how to make my baked brie and au gratin potatoes while he has his first Thanksgiving away from "home", staying in New Orleans with a handful of friends. I'm thankful that he wanted to stay because he's taking the LSAT on December 1st and he wants so badly to do really well so he wants to stay there and study, but I'm thankful that he has friends to have Thanksgiving with tomorrow. Maybe it's all of their first Thanksgiving away from "home". What's "home" anyway? I miss him.
I'm thankful that The Oldest has found a job that he loves, a job that's right in the sweet spot of what he's studied for, for which his experience has prepared him. I'm thankful that he's excited about it. When he was little and so intense I wasn't at all sure that this would turn out so well. It wasn't easy but it was worth it.
I'm thankful that The Youngest is the beautiful, intuitive, empath that he is. I'm thankful that his spirit is so generous because I feel like I've failed him in so many ways but know that I'm forgiven. I hope he knows that I won't rest until he's safely launched. Please, God.
I'm thankful for the Old Blind Dog curled up on the end of my bed. It wasn't so long ago that she was riding in the car every day with the wind in her face, taking the boys to school with me, following them through the woods to the lake on summer days, making sure they found their way home.
Mostly, I'm thankful for the people in my life, and the things they teach me every day. I'm thankful for the ones I was born into and the ones I've found along the way. I'm thankful for the ones I know in Real Life and the ones I only know online. I'm thankful for the ones in Atlanta and maybe especially thankful for the ones in New Orleans. I'm sorry all that had to happen so I'd know them, but thankful that I do. They inspire me. Every day.
I'm thankful for this life, this precious, fragile life. Peace, love and happiness, y'all. Happy Thanksgiving.
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