Monday is Thanksgiving Day. As I always write about this holiday, we should be thankful all the time for our advantages; Thanksgiving is a day intended to focus our gratitude, as Christmas does our sense of good will and Christian feelings.
Last year was less than good for me, as I lost some friends, human and feline, and had to give up my house on the last day of December. Even so, 2015 gave me much for which to be grateful. This year has been better. Certainly, there has been no news worthy of stopping the presses, but my life is much better than that of many; better, I suspect, than the world’s majority. For that, I am thankful.
Though I had to sell my house, and will almost surely never be able to buy another, I have found a refuge for myself and my cats. I was very lucky to rent the apartment which I now call our home, as it is run by a cat-friendly company which does not charge tenants ‘pet fees’ (fines) for bringing feline friends with them. It is a cosy abode, well-situated and reasonably priced, for this era.
My friends, human and animal, are doing well. There has been some frustration over Tucker’s diabetes numbers, but he remains in relatively good condition, purring and active - or at least as active as a roly poly sausage gets. Josie and Renn are healthy, and Cammie is firmly my friend - if no one else’s.
I am still employed and, if it is not at my dream-job, I am, nonetheless, still employed. Many are not, or are under-employed. I live in a wonderful, free country, none of whose candidates in the previous election were Donald Trump or Hilary Clinton. I am, myself, healthy, for my age. (At what sad point did I have to start adding that?) If I have suffered adversity, it is nothing to what others have suffered, and are suffering.
I am, as I have been in the past, thankful.