Thanksgiving, It's not just a cliche,
This week I’ve been trying to think about what I’m grateful for that isn’t a total cliché. Yes, I’m grateful for autumn leaves and snowy air, living in America AND Happy Valley , a double whammy of goodness. Hot chocolate brownies covered with vanilla ice cream. Cough drops when you need them. I’d be more grateful for a dogs and cats—except our cat left a dead mouse under my husband’s pillow and the way I discovered it was I rolled over to snuggle his pillow, he has a great pillow, after he got out of bed and I SMELLED something awful. Euewww. I know you’ll eat anything when you’re hungry, but this guy told me one time about visiting a country where they offered him something on a plate that was still crawling. I’m just saying right now, I’m grateful I don’t live there. You can’t tell me there’s not some little girl there screaming, “Please, Daddy, don’t make me eat the worms!” I’m grateful not to live in China where I hear the language has a component of tones to it. That...