(Part of a new series wherein Tama refuses to leave a work-week on an angry, depressing, ranting or otherwise ‘dark’ note.) (Because I think maybe Tuesday is a better day for such things. Monday has troubles enough of its own, but Tuesday seems like a get-it-done kind of day, plenty of work-week left to make angry phone calls or email Senators and stuff like that.) (But…I digress.) (Try to act surprised about that.)
The thing I am most thankful for this week is that our new business is actually working. We may be launching with all the grace of a drunken pelican, but we are actually getting some air here. We’re paying our bills and keeping food on the table, and we haven’t gotten a single difficult or slow-paying client yet.
I am thankful that Eldest is charged up about her GATE (gifted and talented education) test tomorrow. That she can rock this thing is, well, you know…duh. Whether or not she will is another matter altogether. She is, after all, an artiste…a term which here means, “moody as heck.”
I am thankful for our reverse-osmosis water system, which eliminates at least 95% of the chlorine smell and taste from our tap water. Because, ew. (I swear my eyes were watering from the chlorine in the shower this morning.) (And we are supposed to drink that?! EW.)
I am thankful for Imodium. ‘Nuff (or perhaps too much) said.
I am thankful to be standing with a hot cup of coffee in a reasonably warm house as I gaze out my window over ice-fringed grass to watch a neighbor struggling to scrape the ice off her windshield.
I am doubly thankful that we finally got the garage cleared out enough that we can park Homer the Odyssey in there. No more credit-card ice-scraping five minutes before the kids are supposed to be at school!
I am thankful that y’all drop by to read my ramblings. Because otherwise I’d just be, you know, talkin’ to myself in public.
Which could get embarrassing.
So…thanks for being something to be thankful for, and have a thanks-worthy weekend.
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