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Happy Thanksgiving, everyone. I'm celebrating Thanksgiving in pieces: My parents are out of town, visiting my sister at her school, so I had Thanksgiving meal today with the boy's family (grandparents, parents, brothers, aunt, cousin) and I'll see my parents on Sunday, when they get back. Dev's family's gathering is a pretty traditional Thanksgiving dinner, except that they have it at lunch; my parents and I will probably be more low-key, having a traditional Sunday breakfast with pumpkin pie, but we'll see.
In the meantime, I'm homesitting for my parents, watching the house and, more importantly, the dog. Jamie—our black lab, she's about six now. Despite the fact that she sleeps all day, it has been wonderful to see the pup. I've taken videos, and I will put them up on YouTube when I get back to the apartment, so that you may all see the cute.
I've been meaning to blog for a while, but I haven't been feeling well. The depression has been pretty bad, lately, and I've been doing little more than fighting to wake and fighting to sleep. So it goes.
But to the point: every Thanksgiving post must include 1) wellwishes, and 2) thankfulness. And while I'm not all that cheerful lately (read: ever), I do have good things to be thankful for.
I am thankful for my guinea pigs. Dink, Alfie, and Kuzco snuggle, popcorn, give kisses, and talk. They are adorabe, and they remind me that some love is uncomplicated. They are the lights of my life.
I am thankful for Devon, my boyfriend. Over the years, his love has proven to be unconditional and endless. He lends both stability and joy to my life, and while I think he's crazy for loving me, I am so thankful.
I am thankful for my faith, and for the faith itself. I'm still cautious and stumbling, but CR offers so much and delights me—in research and in practice. I feel blessed that I ever found that little FAQ on the internet, and that small influences continue to draw me back to it.
I am thankful for the public library, for Borders gift certificates, of Amazon gift certificates (hiding in forgotten boxes), and for a boyfriend that buys me BPAL. Books, a wealth of books, and always the decadence of BPAL, are welcome distractions and shiny spots of joy. They help me feel much better.
I am thankful for my parents, who love me fiercely, despite it all—and I love them. They provide for me, much more than I deserve. The time I spend with them, in phone calls, in Friday night pizza dinners, are truly joyful.
I am thankful for the other little things—favorite films, favorite games, good moments, good friends, new ideas, small chances, good days, lovely weather, my choices.
Yourself?
In the meantime, I'm homesitting for my parents, watching the house and, more importantly, the dog. Jamie—our black lab, she's about six now. Despite the fact that she sleeps all day, it has been wonderful to see the pup. I've taken videos, and I will put them up on YouTube when I get back to the apartment, so that you may all see the cute.
I've been meaning to blog for a while, but I haven't been feeling well. The depression has been pretty bad, lately, and I've been doing little more than fighting to wake and fighting to sleep. So it goes.
But to the point: every Thanksgiving post must include 1) wellwishes, and 2) thankfulness. And while I'm not all that cheerful lately (read: ever), I do have good things to be thankful for.
I am thankful for my guinea pigs. Dink, Alfie, and Kuzco snuggle, popcorn, give kisses, and talk. They are adorabe, and they remind me that some love is uncomplicated. They are the lights of my life.
I am thankful for Devon, my boyfriend. Over the years, his love has proven to be unconditional and endless. He lends both stability and joy to my life, and while I think he's crazy for loving me, I am so thankful.
I am thankful for my faith, and for the faith itself. I'm still cautious and stumbling, but CR offers so much and delights me—in research and in practice. I feel blessed that I ever found that little FAQ on the internet, and that small influences continue to draw me back to it.
I am thankful for the public library, for Borders gift certificates, of Amazon gift certificates (hiding in forgotten boxes), and for a boyfriend that buys me BPAL. Books, a wealth of books, and always the decadence of BPAL, are welcome distractions and shiny spots of joy. They help me feel much better.
I am thankful for my parents, who love me fiercely, despite it all—and I love them. They provide for me, much more than I deserve. The time I spend with them, in phone calls, in Friday night pizza dinners, are truly joyful.
I am thankful for the other little things—favorite films, favorite games, good moments, good friends, new ideas, small chances, good days, lovely weather, my choices.
Yourself?
