But trees can be dangerous. A huge tree fell upon our house last fall and damaged walls, windows, gutters, and the chimney. Alas. But I am thankful. This past month, the anti-lock system on my car gave out; the right click button on my computer mouse stopped functioning; the house hasn’t yet been completely repaired; the TV antenna on our roof got unhooked; and the basal carcinoma on my shin had to be surgically removed. There were other minor troubles, but I accept each as a testament to life being lived. As I say, I am thankful.
Given that this is November, the month we Americans dedicate to elections, football games, and thanksgiving, my thoughts seem timely. A friend told me about visiting a woman and thinking they would have a lovely chat. My friend said, “All that woman wanted to do was complain.” It made me think.
So, I am thankful for family, good neighbors, friends, books to read, a warm house, indoor plumbing, postal service, newspapers, a flag to fly, medicine, libraries, churches, arts councils, memories, theatre productions and concerts to enjoy, and letters. Boxes of letters. I don’t know what to do with all these beautiful letters I have received over the years from friends and family members. I can identify from whom they came based on the handwritten addresses on the outside envelopes. I love seeing those handwritten letters, the signatures, each demonstrating a special slant or flair. It makes me wonder if youngsters today have any clue as to how to write using a pen? Remember how we had to practice lovely cursive and round vowels and form the ups and downs of various letters? I digress. Since I am trying to decide how best to manage these boxes of letters, I am especially thankful for words and language, stories and plays, music and art. Yes, and for America, a country of many trees, and for people who value trees, plant trees, and use trees to make paper. I like paper and words ---especially on paper.