Playing for Time

So we made it past the Halloween shenanigans, and now the fast train that was 2014 is bearing down on Thanksgiving and Christmas when hearts overflow and gratitude gets top billing for a few short weeks.

In the spirit of the season I’m asking myself, Self, what are you most grateful for?  I always like to get a second opinion on weighty matters so I asked my husband, too.  He suggested that maybe I’m thankful I don’t live in my car or under a bridge, or that I eat good food at a table every day instead of from a dumpster.  He may or may not have mentioned the clean water that flows on demand from every tap in the house, but it would be just like him to do that.  I’m pretty freaking thankful for all those things, sure, and a comprehensive list of my personal benedictions wouldn’t have any place to end.

But I knew we had a winner when he said, “Well, you should be thankful you aren’t any shorter than you are.”  For a hot second I felt pissed, not grateful, but I’m a realist and I’ve seen the pictures — I’m clearly not as height-intensive as some people out there.

After a careful examination of the evidence, however, I feel I’ve been mislabeled — It isn’t that I’m short, he simply overachieved in height-training, much as in everything else he does.  And just like that, we have a perfectly legit place to start on this being thankful thing.  I’ve GOT this.  The Big Turkey and the Elf on a Shelf (I detest that li’l sumbish) are putting stars next to my name as we speak.

Moonbeam and Othello say hey and peace out …