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.
- 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.
- 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.
- 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.