Since 'tis the season, I've spent my long weekend being thankful. Thankful for my team of health professionals, from the naturopath to my pilates and yoga instructors. Thankful that I make enough money to renovate my whole pantry (contents, not layout -- this is a rental). Thankful that I feel immeasurably stronger and healthier and better than I did even months ago. Thankful that I spent a holiday that makes people a bit crazy alone making incredible food for myself. Thankful that I have friends and family who understand that I love them enough to see them at other times of the year when traveling isn't crazy and food concerns won't put anyone out. Thankful for two cats who have loved me being home. Thankful for the recently deceased Anne McCaffery and the world of Pern she gave us, as well as for my great local bookstore where I bought her original trilogy -- and for the realization that I've never read these before.* Thankful to have a career I enjoy. Thankful for my knitting guild, the friend who dragged me to a knitting class years ago, and for a hobby that has soft and fluffy end products.
Thankful, generally, that my life is what it is. And that all the work that I've put into it has gotten me here.
*I discovered Anne McCaffery at the beginning of my love of fantasy and sci-fi, before I realized how much better it is to read things from the beginning if you have the time and patience to track them all down.
Moving parts in rubbing contact require lubrication to avoid excessive wear. Honorifics and formal politeness provide lubrication where people rub together. Often the very young, the untravelled, the naive, the unsophisticated deplore these formalities as empty, meaningless, or dishonest, and scorn to use them. No matter how pure their motives, they thereby throw sand into the machinery that does not work too well at best. -- Robert A. Heinlein
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