When there is nothing to be thankful for, I can be thankful for something. Surely. Let’s give this a go and see what we get:
- I am thankful for quiet weekend mornings and the peace that comes with the slow rise of the sun.
- I am thankful I can go to the grocery store at 9:30 pm, or immediately after I run out of milk or toilet paper.
- I am thankful the bruises and cuts on my feet have all healed and there are no Legos or dinosaurs strategically placed to inflict further midnight foot mayhem.
- I am thankful I can drink coffee from an open cup.
- I am thankful I can pee alone. With the door open. And still hear the TV.
- I am thankful I no longer have to know Why, or his brother, How Come, or sister, Can I Have A Cookie (who we think belongs to the Milk Man).
- I am thankful for white walls that are still white, and beige carpet that is still beige.
- I am thankful the food I cook is eaten, and my dessert isn’t divided and then divided again.
- I am thankful road trips don’t end with french fries in my hair, or the contemplation of installing police-car-style plexiglass as a protection from random debris and shrill screams.
When there is nothing to be thankful for, I can be thankful to be a smart-ass. Surely.