Gratitude, in all the weathers

Gilbert the cat sitting by the windowI’m thankful we’re not in the heat wave. Don’t get me wrong–I’d love to have some warm and sunny weather. I say so about seventy times a day. But I realize that, even with cold toes, we are in the comfort zone–and I worry about people in the rest of the country with high temperatures and no power. It’s scary.

Our weather’s supposed to turn to summer on Thursday. In the meantime, I’m thankful for the little breaks and any bits of blue.

I’m thankful that when the cat’s escaped this week (twice already), he didn’t run away but let me pick him up and bring him back inside. I hope I’m not seeing trouble in our future.

I’m thankful for the chance to take my daughter to the airport and be super-if-somewhat-grumpy-mom on all the errands a long the way. And I’m thankful she arrived safely.

I’m thankful to be feeling better, after five days of headaches and heartburn. From what? Don’t know. But it’s good to be back.

I’m thankful Tom’s healing well. That’s a big one.

I’m thankful the rain held off (yes, more about the weather) for our drive down to Gig Harbor last night for a Fault Lines poetry reading. And I’m thankful for the reading. What a night! (I took my camera, but I didn’t take any pictures.)

It was fun to meet people and hear their poems in person–and it was Fault Lines editor Tony Pfannenstiel’s birthday. Extra feel-good festive.