Things I'm thankful for

I try to be thankful throughout the year, but Thanksgiving is one of those times when I try to be more explicit about it. Off the top of my head, here are just a few of the things I've been thankful for just recently:
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Ziploc bags. Chocolate. That we didn't have to do any househunting or moving this year. My amazing husband. Rain. Air conditioning. My family. That my tendinitis is under control. That I can finally WRITE without having to worry about every single keystroke. Sushi. Shampoo. Friends. Speaking of friends, I'm getting together with Allison and Jodi tonight! My health. That I didn't get my book rejected today (I just checked).
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Poetry. Red balloons. High-speed access. Libraries. Moisturizer. Our house. Buttons. My home recording studio set-up. Toronto. Erasers. Books. My office: I have the best office in the whole world. Autumn. My friend Ray, who sends me interesting music and links like this one. My agent. My Logitech ergonomic mouse. Chocolate pudding. Calendars. Ballpoint pens. The filk community. Optometrists. Babies. Sidewalks.
That I have a roof over my head, and don't have to worry about whether or not I'll have enough food. Spam filters. Flush toilets. Umbrellas. Jumbo shrimp. Sunflowers. Digital cameras. Forgiveness. The hand-dyed tin whistle holder that Teddy made me years ago; I can see it from where I'm sitting at my desk, and it reminds me of Teddy and wonderful UKfilkstuff. The fact that I write and draw for a living. Chocolate milk.
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Having friends like Luisa, who inspire me on a daily basis. Ceilings. Ginger. Free will. Lavender. Dictionaries. The Mesozoic period. Humour. The Delete key. The fact that I have friends who have watergun parties. Rollercoasters. Obatzer cheese spread. That I got to see Franklin Gunkelmann wearing a Sailor Moon costume. Tanya Huff, for helping me realize that a rejection isn't always a rejection. The fact that Tom Jeffers is moving to Toronto soon, yay!
Squirrelbuster birdfeeders. Toothpaste. Studio recording equipment advice on LJ and from Jeff Bohnhoff. Our friend Walter, who has helped us these past two years more than I can say. That my copy of Mr. Twilight (by Maya Bohnhoff and Michael Reaves) arrived from Amazon yesterday, yay! The fragrance of cinnamon. Having friends like Parki, who aren't afraid to dream. Shower curtains. German chocolate. Doorbells. Beckett, for posting such wonderful photos and illustrations in her Flickr account that I always find myself feeling uplifted and inspired (woohoo, can't wait to see you and Paul at OVFF!).
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My Wacom Artpad. Blueberry pancakes. Roasted marshmallows (toasted brown, not black). Kites. Doorknobs. My Edna Mole doll. Dave Clement, for giving me the idea of connecting music and the Faerie in my book. Beds with firm mattresses. Music. My Patrick Stewart literacy poster.
Amanda Snyder's phone messages. Irish music. My friend Andrea, for her trust and her Market Watch help (I'm looking forward to finally meeting Jim at OVFF!). Flashlights. Earplugs. Peasant skirts. Kraft dinner. My harp. Parentheses.
Anyone who has been interested enough to read this far.
:-)

Above: our front walk, last autumn.

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