I don’t do those daily posts of thankfulness in November. I tried it once, and about halfway through the month I found myself struggling to come up with something to post. Fanning through the index cards of my life trying to find this, that, or the other thing that seems a little better than what other people have, did not seem to be in the spirit of the event.
Which is not to say I’m not thankful for this, that, or the other thing. For example, I’m thankful that the cats have chosen two, and only two, pieces of furniture as their personal scratching posts. I’m thankful for the job that allows us to afford things like the extra 10 bucks for the Douglas fir at the tree farm instead of the Scotch pines that are stabby and picked-over. I’m thankful for em dashes even though I don’t use them much these days. I’m thankful for the guy who runs the Merriam-Webster Twitter account.
It is perhaps not a terrible exercise to force ourselves to think about all of the good and worthwhile things in our lives, just as the light fades from the sky and the leaves fall from the trees and the world shutters itself in preparation for winter. Every winter feels like an ending, and this one I think feels more so than usual. So I’m thankful. For family and friends and food and a few other things starting with F.* I’ll be even more thankful when we’ve survived until spring again.