A beautiful fall day, and a chance to rake up more leaves after Saturday’s gusts. Yesterday morning, I was going to volunteer for LiTFUSE at NW Bookfest. I’d just gotten onto the 520 floating bridge when the Department of Transportation closed the it so they could open up the span and let the waves through. Looking out toward the middle of the lake, I could see why: It was a maelstrom out there, a white froth. I’m grateful that the state patrol got us all backed up and turned around quickly. I drove up and around, and I was only 15 or 20 minutes late.
I’m thankful for coming across these beauties on a walk in the neighborhood.
I’m thankful I was able to get up early–before the alarm–and start writing a couple days this week. The transition to dark mornings is always tough–and now, I think, “Why?” Because I’m still going to the gym in the morning.
I’m thankful for spending time with my daughter on Wednesday carving pumpkins. It’s always good to see her, and we had Jack O’ Lanterns for the front porch. I love Halloween, and I’m always terrible at it–I wait until the last minute to decorate, or I don’t decorate at all. Having a kid around, even a grown-up kid, helps a lot.
I’m thankful we received a letter from our middle kid.
I’m thankful for lunch with my sister-in-law and my mom–social engagements two days in a row! It’s good for me to get out of the house and to have something besides eggs for lunch. (Although I’m thankful for the eggs, too.)
I’m thankful for one good writing day on the bus. After a couple of days that aren’t really going anywhere, I can get nervous. I remind myself that I’ll show up again the next day and eventually the writing will feel like it’s working. A kind of faith. Friday I had that good day. (Revisiting it today, I’m not so sure–but it’s leading me to research dry plate photography, and learning is good.)
I’m thankful for help with my job search and for all the people who’ve offered to provide references and recommendations. Really, really thankful.
I’m thankful that when my husband watches football on Sundays, he also feels compelled to cook–and I’m thankful for a family Sunday dinner tonight. A great way to end a week and get ready for the next.
Open the door. Open my heart