It’s Thanksgiving time. What am I thankful for? Gertrude Stein once said, “Silent gratitude isn’t much use to anyone.” It’s the usual stuff. I’m thankful for my wife, daughter, church community, and old friends (I mean OLD, for 50 or 65 years, some of them). Also, I’m thankful for reasonably good health, my knee notwithstanding, having Social Security, health insurance, and Medicare so far, and a primary care physician who hasn’t retired yet.
I was thinking about what I wanted to write for the holiday, and then I napped. I’m thankful for naps. Naps are wonderful.
After church earlier in the month, I told one of the choir members about a friend I used to work with at the NY SBDC library. They had been there longer than I had. I asked them how to use a particular database, and they said, “Oh, that’s easy.” It irritated me because, having been friends before I worked there, I felt she was dismissing the value of her skills and wisdom.
After I woke up from my nap, I realized that I needed to be thankful for the things about myself that I tend to take for granted. Yes, it feels slightly boastful.
Where’s the grape juice?
I’m thankful that I get to serve communion fairly regularly at church. I like it; it’s a low-stress gig that involves setting up before the church, serving during the service, and cleaning up afterward.
A person recently was preparing communion and had not done it very often, and they specifically asked me how to do the gig. I HOPE I did not say, “Oh, it’s easy.” Instead, I showed them how the table should be set up, where the bread and juice were, and whatnot. I felt thankful that I could be useful.
I’ve spent a lot of time, particularly this calendar year, fretting about all the things I’m unable to accomplish in the world without embracing the fact that I know how to do some stuff, and it’s not nothing.
I’m thankful that how I sing, apparently with great enthusiasm, gives some folks joy. According to total strangers who were at our church recently for a baptism, I sing with gusto, whoever gusto is. It used to embarrass me vaguely, but now I’m trying to embrace it.
So basically, I’m thankful that I can be a little bit kinder to myself and have value to others in little ways and maybe in a manner that I don’t even know. If that’s a weird Thanksgiving message, then so be it.
NFL
Oh, and since it’s Thanksgiving, which is my official day to begin caring about the National Football League, I am happy to note that my rooting interests for the Super Bowl, the Buffalo Bills (9-2), and the Detroit Lions (10-1), are doing quite well. However, Kelly’s point on the topic is valid; I don’t want either to lose. BTW, Buffalo is much closer to Detroit than New York City.
