Silverthorne

The first holiday in ten years that doesn't involve stress, fear, second guessing myself and/or someone else, some sort of nasty 'good morning' fight and/or passive aggressive snipping, and dreading spending a day or four in the same house with someone that I supposedly love.

Instead, it will be spent with me in PJs, and maybe at some point jeans and a nice big baggy sweater that smells good, whatever I feel like throwing on the TV and/or the CD player (For the TV, It'll either be Heroes or Firefly, since I need to find out what the big deal is with both series. *g*), calling my family at half time, getting fed cornish hen provided by my boss and her mom, who both decided that even if I don't budge from my place, that I should still have some sort of poultry cooked by a mom *g*, and pretty much just having a nice, quiet, restful time off and to myself.

That right there is more than enough to be thankful for.

I know some folks only attribute God's existance (or however you want to identify That Which Made Everything) when either something either very very good or very very bad happens, but let me tell this; I find more proof that God/dess/es exist in the little things more than any bog showy flash of stuff.

Likewise for human kindness.

My friends, who had kind words and sympathy when I told them the car was not doing well.

My supervisor, who got up early to make sure I got into work and got home okay, and was ready to do it all over again for as many days as this took to get straightened out.

The engineers at work that gave much needed and valuable advice on how to make sure what was really wrong with the car (and an offer to come help if I couldn't get it fixed any other way).

My apartment managers who went looking for a jumper cable.

The guys at the shop next door, who were willing to check out the problem, call around to find what I needed, and would have even taken me to the store if it hadn't been illegal to leave their shop unmanned.

My supervisor's family, who was willing to ride along in the car while she took me to get what I needed, bring it back, and help to start getting it installed until the shop guys showed up to take over again and install the battery I needed for free.

And of course, the providence that made it just a battery and not an alternator that needed replacing.

I can't think of a better reason to be honestly thankful for all of that. And grateful. And appreciative of the larger forces of the universe.