Thanks that Harley came home for the holidays. (Tell me... is it normal we only saw him for two hours during the whole week?)
Thanks that we have friends who give 110%. Lesley and Curtis invited us to Thanksgiving at their house and made this cool 18-person wood slab table, and covered the chairs, and made napkins of the same material, and painted the kitchen --all the day before!
Thanks to a city which remains beautiful and resilient.
Thanks that we live in an area where people do not blame a whole race for the grotesque and inhuman acts of a small group.
Thanks that I still find things around the house that make me laugh.
|The front of Cy's homework folder (left at home..)|
Thanks that at the grand old age of 53 3/4 I feel free to embrace the matchy matchy (I even match my duvet for goodness sakes). Today I came across a new term --banana roll--apparently it's the term for the fat on back of your upper thighs that makes a second bum. I said, whatevs.
Thanks there is plenty of sunny spots to sit around the house.
Thanks it isn't worse. Two months ago I woke with a ringing in the ears, Tinnitus. No cure and only a 30% chance that it will go away. Drives you crazy...but could be worse. The only way to put it in the back of your mind is to be totally engrossed. Writing and spinning have turned out to be the best things: I've never been fitter.
Thanks that we live in an area where a simple walk down the street is a treat. See my essay, Magical Mystery Tour, for the San Fran Chron this week.
|The new Gucci outfit in the windows on Maiden Lane|
And finally, thank you for reading and commenting and for being a Aplus penpal.
Stay connected, friends. And Kia Kaha (Stay Strong)