It’s a good thing that the Donadoni Academy will be able to pause some operations this week for the Holiday, because the staff is clearly showing some alarming effects from all the zoom and gloom. Even Wally is worn haggard and can barely contain his glee when he returns to the comforts of what are apparently HIS fleece lined sheets on HIS master bed. Yup, he can’t wait to tunnel under to escape the screaming humanoids and the constantly hissing felines. And, the weather is weird. Warm. Cold. Windy. Wet. Dark. And obviously things are different in the Academy in the year of 2020, but clearly Thanksgiving comes mercifully at just the right TIME to give us all a chance to take a deep breath. Or count to 13. Minus 6. Or nod your head like a really cool teenager showing that you know what’s up. Drip. Drip.
No matter what you do, or who you are, you gotta take the TIME that has been granted to us by the universe to count your blessings. So where to begin? Today, I will thank the builder of my home. I thank HIM for what he built. And how thoughtfully he placed each piece of wood and nail. The beams in our tiny crawl space attic were so beautifully and strategically placed as to knock right into my bald head. Every time. Same place on my head. Same place on the beam of wood. It’s like they have a raucous reunion every time I need to go find something in the attic. Like here Mr. Cobwebby two by four meet Mr. roughly shaved patch of bald head. Bam. Bleed. And the meticulously placed rusty and oh so crooked nails that protrude like stalagmites in a cave are obviously there to provide a scratchy sensation to my midriff which leads to pools of blood forming around my waistband of my brand new work pants. Filled with gratitude that the broken glass on the “floor” of the space has not completely led to my bleeding out, I am thankful I can see the amazing you have to have them and will always love them wedding presents staring at me from the dark corner. But, that’s not what I came here for. That’s not the goal of this mission on this day. But, what I am really thankful for is the mother lode of blankets that have been found.
“Got it” might be the best two words to hear in the entire English language. For me, when I find something- it’s a miracle expressed in 2 small words. But think about how many times the sound of “got it”- is followed by a rush of relief from the person saying it. Or the loved ones nearby who desperately want it and can’t find it. But…you got it. And that means you really got it. Got it? Good.
Anyway- I got it. The blanket that was needed. SO I AM thankful. Thankful that I still have most of my body parts intact. Thankful that I did not need power tools to get the blanket. Thankful that I could stop the bleeding from those rusty nails. And most of all I am thankful that we will be warm when the weather turns cold because we got the flannel sheets and blankets we need. (Side note – I don’t care what blanket is on the bed because it does not reach to my chair where I am currently sleeping due to some foundational and structural issues that have not resolved themselves well enough to allow thy writer to comfortably engage in a sleeping position on a bed.) Besides who needs a blanket when you are blogging and living the dream? All you need is an ice pack and a whole lotta bandages so that when the fearless leader of the Donadoni Academy decides to go on a mission to get something from the attic he will be taken care of. Just sayin’.
I imagine this would have flowed better before I banged my brain, but hey I had to get a blanket. So, I am thankful for many, many things. Tonight, today, and every day I will count the blessings I have. Each and every nail. And wood beam. And band-aid. And of course Wally if he ever comes up from his toasty hideout. I am thankful for it all. And it’s important to be thankful to the people and nails and shards of glass that didn’t cut you because gratitude leads to happiness. How’s that for an ending?
All in a day’s work. Thanks for Coming!
2 Replies to “Giving Thanks…I think.”
Make sure those cuts don’t get infected. Have you had a tetanus booster recently? I never knew you had an attic in that house. Love, Mom
Thanks Mom! No need to worry! If anything turns green, I’ll post a picture!