Wet blanket

Went back today to re-read the previous thirteen posts. Hence, the subject line.

So, today...an even numbered day, two weeks into the project...I am going to write about good stuff.

*Insert sound of crickets chirping here.*


There is good stuff. And as I work to shift my view and see it before I see the rest, I must take stock.

I have so much.
Two terrific, healthy, handsome, funny, good teenage boys.
A husband who really loves me.
A husband who I really love.
My parents are alive and healthy.
My siblings are all good people with happy, healthy children.
My extended family is made up of no ex cons. (at least that I am aware of. If I missed something...it is OK....we are all on a journey)
A home that I love in a neighborhood that is safe.
Sweet and generous and terrific friends.
Seven albums that have gone gold. (Just seeing if you are really paying attention.)
A body that has all working parts. (It aches a little more than it used to but everything works.)
A damned fine sense of humor.
Good hair. (except when it is humid outside.)
Passable manners.
A love of food and cooking...and a deeper love of sharing food and cooking.
A deck that sees sunshine all afternoon. (Only on sunny days...it isn't some "magic deck")
Good penmanship.
A dog that thinks I am amazing. (at least that is what I am imagining she is thinking?)
A safe place to blather...for 36 more days, anyway.
The opportunity each and every day to be better than I was yesterday.
The ability to find forgiveness.
The smarts to really forgive.
Insurance.
My own teeth. (not that I wouldn't totally do a fake movie star smile...it is just too expensive.)
A comfortable bed.
Food in the pantry.
A working furnace.
A big old booty.
A new front door that will change the whole look of the house and make the amount of natural light that comes in increase ten fold. (It is in the basement waiting patiently to work that magic...but...it is something to look forward to!)
The ability to know when to stop. (Well not always...that is another blog for sure.)