Believe it or not, I can still find room to be thankful. And if I didn't focus on those little (or big) things . . . I'd be lost without hope. And what does THAT do anyone? So, without further ado, I am thankful for:
- Friends and family, near and far. This includes you.
- The dogs, cats, and poultry.
- The fact that, after bad-mouthing them to my folks last night, the chickens presented me with two eggs today after days and days of zero production.
- The fresh snow that again covers the ground . . . without dumping enough to be even the slightest bother.
- A chainsaw chain sharpened as well as it's ever been since the chain was brand new. THANK YOU, Daddy!
- The satisfaction that I'm a 1/3 of the way through the HUGE maple logs I had delivered two years ago . . . and that I've made every single cut myself.
- The fact that I will be here, at Swamp River Ridge, tonight, tomorrow, and next week.
- The fact that, thanks to friends and family, I will NEVER be without a private, to-myself roof over my head. No matter what happens here at SRR.
jamsyrup bubbling away on the cookstove (because, in cleaning out the large freezer, I found lots of old-ish frozen berries).
- Wine. It may be cheap, but it's good!
- Scented candles gifted to me by a dear friend who couldn't tolerate the smell.
- A wood fire in the cookstove, all the wood cut and split myself.
- Audio books. (Oh, I've mentioned that once or twice before, you say?!)
- Robert Rodriguez movies. I treated myself to one last night when I got home (Machete) . . . knowing I didn't have to get up early this morning AND because I had to run the generator, anyway. I don't know WHAT it is about his violent movies that is a release for me, but they are . . . and I LOVE his irreverent humor.
- My built-in chainsaw sharpener (Papa Pea).