It's Gratitude Week for Me in Postcards 4

I’m a very grateful lady today. The great Geezer has 31 years of sobriety and is celebrating at several parties. The Sun is out. My friend Camille is back from China. I don’t have to cook this holiday. I was able to pay for my new tooth. I am alive and smiling. Life is awfully good today.

I remember one Thanksgiving or maybe Christmas dinner. I was sitting on the front steps of the Garrison house before it burned. The holiday meal was instant mashed potatoes with Campbell’s Cream of Chicken Soup. I ate slowly while feeling very sorry for myself.

I’m not pulling down all my old journals to find out what happened to me after that day. I know I moved from the Garrison house to the Victorian at Front and Fir. From there to Ocean Beach. What did we do for Thanksgiving during those years? I don’t remember. One year there were photographs when we all lived at the little cottage. I too had to prop my oven door closed with a broom stick to cook the turkey.

I have an easier access to my memories these days. 2013 was a meal with Captain Poolie…there it is on hard drive and online. For many years we ate with Nurse Carole and her marvelous family.

Every year I have been very, very grateful to be alive.

• Himself: Life returns to normal. Gym, work, laundry. Birthday gathering. George really loves his overstuffed, Mid-century modern office chair.
• Herself: Write, grocery shop, read….watch Antiques Roadshow. I found a couple of bowls and a scarf and a small abstract landscape at that same sale.
• Reading: JA Jance. An old one that I haven’t read.
• Gratitudes: The whole focus of my week.

Last updated November 23, 2015