The hard drive on my Mac Book died and with it, a very precious document that I had been working on, and NO I didn’t have it backed up (*sigh*). My daughter’s favorite teacher resigned from her school. And my debt to sanity ratio is wildly out of balance so, sorry, Visa, ’cause I just don’t know when you’re going to get your money.
What a crappy week. I can’t decide whether I feel most like Michael Jackson’s Scarecrow from The Wiz…you can’t win. You can’t break even. And you can’t get out of the gaaaaame. Or, in my darkest moments of foot-stomping frustration, Mabel King’s Evilene, The Wicked Witch of the West. I want to growl at those creepy winged monkeys…don’t nobody bring me NO BAD NEWS!!!
How ironic that this is the week Frieda and I committed to making “Gratitude Lists” to celebrate the holidays. Nevertheless, what began as a grand cosmic joke has, surprisingly, become an invigorating challenge. Writing this list forced me to look beyond the craptastic circumstances of my present moment and think on those things that bring lasting value.
And so this year, in no particular order, I am grateful for…
- my baby girl’s perfect, tiny brown toes
- the way my husband laughs – loud and long – whenever he watches TV bloopers (particularly those involving dogs)
- any book illustrated by Kadir Nelson
- the opening chords of John Coltrane’s “Naima”
- the daffodils that used to grow in my grandmother’s flower garden.
- the simple genius of Marguerite Abouet’s graphic novel, Aya
- corn on the cob (Seriously, can you believe this stuff grows naturally out of the ground?)
- the vote I cast for Barack Obama, 44th President of the United States
- my first cup of coffee in the morning
- singing along to HBO’s Flight of the Conchords in my car
- the salty smell of the Chesapeake Bay at my “Home by the Sea”
- the personal joy of writing this blog with my best pal