“Life’s what’s important. Walking, houses, family. Birth and pain and joy…” Katharine Hepburn

I think, as it did for a big portion of Americans, this year raised my blood pressure. In my case the doctor scared me into doing something reasonable and healthy, so every morning I walk as soon as the sun rises and I keep going until I’ve shed a few layers and found four miles have passed as I watch… The kids being chivvied along with, “We’re going to be late for school,” the joggers, the long-legged striders, the grandparents, the woman who waves from her kitchen sink, the smoker on the front porch who stubs out his cigarette to dig into a plate of eggs and bacon (yep, I could smell it all), the guy in his flip-flops walking the two tiny tufted dogs I couldn’t even begin to identify who reports on who’s already got their Christmas tree up, the bicyclists speeding by with a distinct swoosh — it goes on and on.

I love the people with bright faces, singing out, “Good morning!” And as for the ones with the vacant stares, plugged into their devices, that only bothers me when I see them pushing a stroller or with a baby strapped to their chest. If I were a bolder person I would confiscate their effing phones and tell them to come by my house and pick up their emotionally stunting online connector when they were done engaging with their young ones. But, believe it or not, there are limits to my bossiness.

What am I thankful for? Quite a lot when I think about it even in these trying times, but most of all, for the Mister, to whom I will have been married thirty years on November 28th.

Wishing you the very best, and if you’re inclined let us know what you’re thankful for.






  1. Everywhere we look there is something to be thankful for, and reminders of those less fortunate, including those parents and dog-walkers who can’t unplug while they spend time with their children, human and otherwise! Happy Thanksgiving to you and the mister!

  2. Happy Anniversary for next week. I am thankful you have found a way to take care of your blood pressure. I am thankful for this morning’s sun and the bees enjoying the borage outside my kitchen window. 🙂

    • Lovely! I was walking with a neighbor the other morning, and he said he wasn’t religious anymore (he’s approaching 90) then he gestured around him and said, “This is my church.” I am taking his words to heart. xox

      • I have just finished reading a memoir by a New Zealander who is now 95 and is a Catholic Nun. She said much the same thing. Her first church was her environment and her community, and to a certain extent it still is. It was very refreshing to read that last night and to read your comment this afternoon.

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