Good Things

Things that I am thankful for.  Egg Drop soup.  Something I can swallow with a radiated throat.  


Rich picking Vicki up at the airport so I don't have to drive into town and the fact that within 12 hours Vicki will be sleeping snug in her bed here.  


That I have friends always asking me if there is something they can do.  Normally I can not think of anything, but I appreciate that they love me enough to ask.  


I am so grateful that I was able to go to work today and get so many things accomplished.  OK, not that many things, but all the important ones.  And that Eric brought me egg drop soup.  


David Smith, Christopher's little peep chicken who lives in my guest bathroom.  And all my chickens who live outside.  I am especially grateful that Riversong and Amy are getting big.  They are now in that lanky long neck, long legs trip over their feet stage.  I love that stage in children.  It does not matter what species.


That I have this blog and even if no one ever reads it or comments on it.  that is OK, because it helps me get things off my chest, yeah, yeah, yeah, no more with the cancer on my chest thing already.  And I can rant if I want, and if the person reads it carefully, it is not because my feelings are hurt by what was said but because it is indicative of a problem with communication.  I know that my oldest niece loves me.  I love her,  I am just so sorry that we are related through this crazy bizarre situation.  I respect her life choices, and I hope she respects mine.  I am proud that she is a happy mama of two beautiful children.  I am proud of my oldest nephew and his beautiful family and that he is a fireman, like his uncle and his grandfather.  I love my dad and I am so proud of all the things he and my mother accomplished in their life together.  Did you know that there is a library named for them in Spain?  Come on, that is cool.  A children's library in a tiny little town because my parents worked with the people there and together they all said, let's do it!  


I am grateful for my friends from kindergarten, elementary school, high school, college, post college.  I have friends that I love all over the world.  And I just sent an email to 2 of them, Brad and Michael.  MSU!!!  Michigan State that is, fighting Trojans, green and white.  Oh yeah, 30 years ago we were cruising the beaches in a green Bonneville with a rag top.  It was the best.  I had a great wonderful childhood.  We didn't have much money then, who did?  But we had a great life and never gave one hoot about money.  We had more then we could have need.  We had friends, sun, the beaches, dogs and cats and bikes and a perfect childhood.  Yep, life was good. 


But mostly I think that I am grateful for the fact that I seem to forgot most of the bad.  Give me time and turn things around and I will never remember pain or hurt or things that should have gone better.  Nope, my memory is a rainbow covered lemon drop, sugary and perfect.


And on that note, I will say good night and lay down to rest before Vicki gets in.