Happy Thanksgiving!

Well, it's officially Thanksgiving, and I'm still up packing for my trip to New Hampshire to visit relatives. I guess I get reflective late at night, which is probably why I stay up so late...just waiting for the right moment of inspiration to hit and let the words come tumbling out. So, in a reflective mood, I put off packing once more and sit down to blog.

I have had a relatively rough year, no doubt, so this particular holiday is challenging. But, despite all of the ups and downs, I can honestly say the list of things I'm thankful for has continued to grow and morph. I think that's the key to being happy, keeping things in perspective and always recognizing that the things to be thankful for are all around me. I have deep loves and strong emotions, I admit, but it all is fine.

I won't publish my list, at least not here. But the people on the list know who they are, and why they're there (hopefully). Happy Thanksgiving!

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Waiting

I used to think that waiting was a noble thing. Delayed gratification, you know. Now, as a forty year old soon to be divorced man, I'm not so sure. I mean, I understand all of the nuances of waiting. It makes sense not to rush in and make a mistake, not to play the fool for the sake of spontaneity...I get all of that. But I'm watching the world move around me, and I wonder to myself why I'm still not moving.

I have many noble reasons for not moving. But doubt begins to creep in, and I can't help asking myself the really hard questions.

Oh well. Friday blues. Maybe the weekend will help. I used to really look forward to the weekends, too.

Crushed fingers and football

So I was having a football party this past weekend and I demonstrated to all present the depth of the male genetic predisposition to stupidity. Here's the scenario: six people coming over, fifteen minutes before kickoff, and I assess the seating arrangement in my family room as deficient. Solution: move a chair from my living room (upstairs) to the family room (downstairs). The chair isn't that heavy, mind you, but I was determined to get this done quickly, so off I went with the chair in question hoisted above my head as I ambled down the stairs. Somewhere near the bottom stair, my foot slipped a bit and I missed the step. Result: I do a seat drop on the bottom step, the chair comes crashing down and rests on the railing and banister, and my left ring finger ends up pinioned between the two (banister and chair). Now, any good physics student understands the concept of mass and acceleration combining to create force, so you can understand what ended up happening to my poor ring finger. I took a chunk out of the tip, crushed the nail (nice purple contusion under the nail), bled like a stuffed pig, and pretty much had to muscle the chair back up into place in the living room because I couldn't leave it teetering on the brink between the railings. Painful, all in all. I spent the rest of the day nursing the injured digit and hoping that I wouldn't bleed into the chili abd chicken wings.

Chalk one up for stupidity. Oh well, the food was good!

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