Thanksgiving Gratitude

In America, Gentle Reader, tomorrow is Thanksgiving – and you know what that means: an obligatory post about Gratitude! Here are some of the things that I’m thankful for:

  • My mother’s safe return from Istanbul just as protests begin heating up over there.
  • To have a chance to reclaim some of my family’s treasures from the forces of nature and entropy before Maman sells Arvingdale.

Family House

  • The love and support of some very dear, very old friends. You know who you are, and I wouldn’t have made it through this year without you.
  • That I’m not in Europe at the moment; it’s very cold, several countries are in chaos, and I’d be living rough, as they say. I don’t think I could manage a life on the road in the winter.
  • The mid-century aesthetic that’s so popular just now.

Jazz Age Couple On Beach - Cigarette Ad By Alfred Cheney Johnston, 1929

  • That I finally tried my hand at painting. I’m enjoying it far too much.
  • The memories I have of loved ones who are gone
  • Little unlooked-for luxuries that turn up unexpectedly, like when someone unexpectedly brings a hookah to a function and I hadn’t even realized that I missed smoking hookah until it’s unpacked from its case.
  • My taste in clothing, though a trifle peculiar – it suits me, and brings me joy.

Charming

  • Musicals, and music in general – making music, listening to others making music, spontaneously bursting into song: music carries me through each day.
  • You, my Gentle Readers. I’m thankful for you.

There are many things going on in the world at large that bring me to tears, and of course my little life has been a trifle difficult of late, but it’s important to remember the things that bring you happiness, that buoy you up, that make life possible. Happy Thanksgiving, Gentle Reader.

About Ty DeLyte

Madame DeLyte has suffered a grave disappointment - YET AGAIN - and still believes that freedom, beauty, and truth are what's valuable, rather than vulgar cash. He'd add love to that list - but, well, what can he say about love?
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