My cousin’s daughter is making a list of things she’s grateful for. It’s a Thanksgiving-themed assignment for school. She asked for my help. And when a kid asks you for help, it makes you feel eleven feet tall.
“It would be an honor,” I said. “Thanks for asking me.”
“What made you choose me?”
“Well, I was thinking maybe you could write my list while I ride bikes with my friends.”
“Wait a second. Aren’t you gonna do any work?”
“Of course,” she explained. “I’ll be your editor. Now get busy.”
Well, I don’t mind naming items for which I am grateful. I will start by writing that I am grateful for cold weather.
Admittedly, I don’t love the weather itself, but I enjoy what the cold represents. It means November is here, it means the holidays are close, it means I have to put on my winter coat to use the toilet in my trailer home.
Gratefulness item number two: cinnamon brooms in the
supermarket. Man I love these things. I could sniff them for hours in the grocery store.
I am grateful for sweet potato pies, and Butterball turkeys that are deep fried by men who wear overalls. And for squash casserole, green bean casserole, cheese potato casserole, hash brown casserole, collards, and cornbread dressing.
Reruns of the Andy Griffith Show. My late father’s Case pocket knife. And good music.
The is the time of year when radio stations play the old stuff. Nat King Cole, Dean Martin, Bing Crosby, Old Blue Eyes, and Alvin and the Chipmunks.
I am grateful for the way dogs wake you up in the morning. And for Hallmark Channel movies. Especially the cheesy movies that are about as clever as a scoop of ham salad.
The plots all go something like this:
Beautiful young business woman from…