“When anybody asks, 'What are you writing about now?' if I try to reply, the book-in-the-works sounds so idiotic to me that I think, 'Why am I trying to write that puerile junk?' So now I give up; if I could talk about it, I wouldn't have to write it."
- Madeleine L'Engle, A Circle of Quiet


This Thanksgiving Day ...

Thursday, November 26, 2009

This Thanksgiving Day I am thankful for:
A wonderful husband who works hard, loves me, makes me laugh, gets along with my parents as well as his own, gets excited about geeky things, likes cats and dogs, plays cribbage, and is not afraid to tell me that he loves me every day.

A warm and comfortable home in the middle of a rolling field, far from the hustle and bustle of the city, with a gorgeous view of the sky,the trees and the occasional wild life.

My dog, who always seems to know more words than I think she does, loves to play, takes me for walks, showers me with kisses when I need them, and loves to hold paws.

My cats, each of whom has his (or her) own distinct personality, all of whom love to be petted and loved, and sometimes have their bellies rubbed while lying in the sun.

My family, both by blood and by marriage, who loves to sit and chat and loves me despite my occasional weirdness, who gets my dry sense of humor, loves to play games, and loves to eat almost as much as I do.

And for my country, which despite the corruption, lies and power-mongering of many of our leaders is still my country, which was still founded on the principles of freedom by decent, honorable, and brave men, and which still is the home of so many of this generation's decent, honorable, and brave men and women who want nothing more than the liberty to live their dreams in the greatest country on earth.


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