I whine a lot. This I know. I have high expectations, but I am thankful for many things.
I am thankful that phone call from Ben from New York to tell of his adventures in Grand Central Station looking for a train to somewhere in the Connecticut suburbs where he was invited for a Thanksgiving dinner.
I am thankful for a little puppie who has more energy that I can possibly imagine and is now lying on the couch in a catatonic state from all the running and chasing and jumping during the day.
I am thankful for Austin’s sunny blue November skies in general and today’s warm weather in particular and of course the rain that fell last week making the Boxwoods green, the trees happy and the ground soft underfoot.
I am thankful for Steely Dan’s Goucho and Talking Heads’ Stop Making Sense filling the room late in the evening.
I am thankful for a Thanksgiving dinner that couldn’t be beat, prepared by the fair and industrious Trudy. And I am thankful for the five mile race we (slowly) ran in the morning to make room for it.
And I am thankful that for all of my whining and gnashing of teeth, our political dysfunctionalities in the United States don’t approach those that have led the people of Egypt to venture into Tahrir Square yet again and to die for their expectations of liberty.
Happy Thanksgiving to you all.