Tag Archives: Walden

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21 Nov

The season of thankfulness is upon us; Thanksgiving is in a short four days. It’s one of my favorite holidays – the smell of turkey and dressing, the sounds of football from the downstairs TV, and the way the trees have mostly fallen bare combine in my memory and create one of the best days of the year. I wake up early, and spend the morning smelling the turkey cook while watching Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade. At noon, the women of the house converge on the kitchen, and there is hardly counter space for all the bowls and pans. Then, of course, there is food, an abundance of which we have, as we are a southern family. The sun goes down to leftovers and sleepy people, and there is always a Charlie Brown Thanksgiving in there, as well as the Lighting of Macy’s Great Tree, and sometimes the lighting of our own Christmas tree. It’s a good day.

I am thankful for much; it’s good to remember all year long, but sometimes we forget. It’s only human, as are we.

I am thankful for family, and for my boy, the latter of whom will become the first boy brought home for a holiday (I hope he’s up for the challenge). I am thankful for my friends, and for my little yellow house, and for Daisy and Walden. I’m thankful for my job, for my car, for the million little conveniences that I take for granted every day. I’m thankful I live in Atlanta, but also that I’ve traveled everywhere, in each direction of the world. I’m thankful that my real home is just down the road, and I can go there whenever I feel lonely or in need of a nice bath and some TV, along with some of mom’s cooking.

I’m also thankful that I also, as well as the boy, have the ability to cook. This evades some if not most people. I don’t understand; there are few things more gratifying and relaxing than making your own nutritious and delicious meal in your kitchen. My granite counter tops only make the deal sweeter, but I digress. I love chopping, and mixing things in bowls, so that is my job, always, when both the boy and I cook dinner together. Maybe this love of cooking is another reason I love Thanksgiving. Nanna, Mom, and I all have our dishes that we make; I love being in the bright kitchen, the smells and ingredients blurring together on the counter tops, laughing and drinking wine and taking pictures. Ah, family. Ah, wine.

So here’s the challenge this week, loyal readers. Find something unusual that you’re thankful for. What do you love? What do you maybe not love so much, but still feel incomplete without? Leave a comment!

Happy Thanksgiving, readers. I’m thankful for you every week, not just the last one of November.

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12 Nov

So many times I just log on here and write whatever is in my head. It can’t be very interesting; my life is not the exciting kind, where something fun happens every day. I’m actually pretty boring. Right now, it’s Friday night, 8:00pm and I’m already in my pajamas in the bed. The dog is sitting beside me, watching the screen as if he’s reading everything I say. I have no big plans, I’m just doing research on cars and houses and other boring, adult things. The thing is, I really like these boring adult things. I don’t want to be out at bars, getting drunk, meeting new people. I’m fine with the people I already have. I hate getting drunk. It was something I did in college, and that seems as far away as China now. That’s not my life anymore. I don’t want it to be my life anymore. I have moved on, to real things.

So here I am, Friday night, the little yellow house in Chamblee with the dog and my laptop and possibly some tea and Nutella. I may be boring to some people, but I’m damn happy with myself and my life. And really, that’s all that matters.

“Be who you are and say what you feel, because those who mind don’t matter and those who matter don’t mind.”