Today I am grateful for help with a gathering, warm apple cake with caramel frosting, time to begin tackling phase two of the one and only video project, a long nap and this weather. I am grateful there is a Sunday every week and again
with
this
weather.
Today I am grateful for an address, a walk with the cat, a night without internet and exploring the beach.
"This life is more than just a read through," sang the red, hot, chilli peppers.
Today I am grateful for blue skies, a drop in the temperature and the potential of a weekend video project.
I am grateful for her music, the wig she wore, the five rules and the directions home. I am grateful for turtle soap and us and a porch and yes, that is where we'd like to go. I am grateful for a table, a ball chair to roll around on and running water for mopping the walls. And Buggs is back. I am grateful for that.
There it is, the perfect rain.
This evening I am grateful that water still falls from the sky.
I am grateful for a huge image of the pig leaned up against some tin on the far wall, a quick stop at the store, cashews and an intense nap.
Buggs would be here if he was still around. Did he go find Millie?
Today I am grateful to have met a cat who shared his food with a dog and a possum.
Shawnee Best from Oklahoma, bleached, enriched, pre-sifted and self rising - she can't tell us how much, but we can cut Crisco shortening into that, add some buttermilk and - with as much efficiency as we can master - form those three ingredients into a cathead biscuit and place into a gas oven.
Today I am grateful for the ingredients and the we of creating a meal together.
Today I am grateful for an interesting invitation, a photo of friends, her paws on the floor again and a new pair of jeans.
Tomorrow's high is 70, low of 46. That's right.
Today I am grateful for skinny dipped cashews, weekend cards, the completion of a book and the production that is sure to follow.
I am grateful for how he simply checked on us this morning. I am grateful for conditioned air in a large, dimly lit room. I am grateful for kindness and understanding and the kind of forgiveness that somebody has to love you in order to be willing to give it though I should never purposely cause such a need.
He always said, "The worst thing you can be is sorry." So I try on most days not to be.
Today I am grateful for his return, for the work to be done, for good news and the opportunity to witness the future professional soccer players of the world.
Today I am grateful for an upcoming date -> a particular happening -> a future event.
(be cool, me.)
Today I am grateful to watch her dance with the cows. I am grateful to hear them call those cows and watch those cows meet the bull. I am grateful for the number one, best ever cheese and sausage plate and chicken thighs with grapes and chocolate chip cookies and a picnic at her place.
I am especially grateful for the way she yells, "Food!"
It's a pinot evening after I said I wasn't going to but she's here and I got a good nap and no, it's not as cold as I like but it's home and the first weekend I've had in these surroundings since a while.
Today I am grateful to slide into home with plenty of groceries and running water and electricity and internet and pillows and blankets and cleaning supplies and a brand new spray nozzle for the hose and the couch and time.
Huberman recommends cold water baths.
Today I am grateful to be an apprentice, for my kid's and Kobe Bryant's voice and to find reason and place to climb.
I hereby declare two new goals of better posture and the solution to the problem of how to measure it.
Today I am grateful for time, pencil, paper and a clean floor.
People, including Mrs., must always remember the B when referring to or addressing Junie B. Jones.
Today I am grateful for a book, a 12 pack of chicken thighs, a clean kitchen, a warm shower, a yellow post it note in a worn ziplock bag and Netflix.
without picking up my hands is inexcusable.
Today I am grateful for a reminder and a reason.
It was three years ago, a month after I stopped a twenty-six year smoking habit when I clawed my way up what we call the murder hills on section one of the Pinhoti. It was his second time, my first. He was going to attempt a thru-hike of the Appalachian Trail, and the Pinhoti Trail was where he was training on his days off.
"You're too slow," he said.
"You don't know what I can do," I said and began to train with him but not hard enough to join him.
He laughed, but our stellar crew of three redid the first two sections of the Pinhoti this weekend, and it was easier and we were faster but still those inclines just keep coming. Twenty-eight miles, at least five of which are torture but the other twenty-three and the finish are sweet.
Today and the past two days I am grateful for the very kind and generous people and dogs and horses and cows who surround the Pinhoti Trail. I am grateful for Friday night and Saturday morning comedy hours from the guy who assessed the situation and said, "No way." I am grateful for those who hike the trail and the beautiful stories they bring.
