The photo above shows what happened when a tractor ran into the side of my car last week. Yes, driven by my husband, too. Bummer. I had run up to town to get a few books from the little library – none of them for me, by the way. I waved to my husband as I left. He was out on his old Allis Chalmers brush hogging the edges of the fields after the farmer had harvested earlier. He likes to get things tidied up before winter.
On my return, I saw him in the front field but he didn’t see me. As I was coming down the long drive, he took a sudden turn right into the side of my car. Ten seconds either way would have avoided the accident. I tried to turn out of the way but was blocked in by some trees and a telephone pole.
You know, it’s a pretty helpless feeling when you know what’s coming and you can’t do anything about it. But….I haven’t had an accident since I was sixteen the first time I drove on ice so I really can’t complain. It’s just the aggravation of taking care of everything that is so annoying.
So, I picked up the pieces of the crushed mirror and came on up to the house. Then I decided that I needed to do a little contemplation with an adult beverage on the patio. It was a sunny, balmy day and my dog Mikey kept me company in his chair.
It’s only a car. No one was hurt. We have insurance. It could have been a whole lot worse. (There wasn’t a scratch on the tractor.) As I sat looking up at the trees, I decided to count my blessings. This always helps me to put things into perspective.
Thankfully, no one in my immediate family has been brought down by the COVID. (Although I have lost a friend and had some other acquaintances who have had the illness.) We live in a place where we have plenty of freedom to get outside, work to do, books to read. We’re not rich but the bills are paid and we can sleep at night.
Thanksgiving is coming up and we’re so fortunate that we have plenty of food. Others are not so lucky. I usually have a big spread for the holiday with lots of friends and family. That is not happening this year. I haven’t seen my father since last Christmas and he lives less than a hundred miles from me. But…I am still fixing a big meal. We will be delivering it to my son’s family nearby and a friend across the county. She’s in her nineties and still lives on her own. She’s been a guest at our table for over thirty years. I love to send people home with care packages of another meal or two.
So, a little annoyance this past week. But I still have much to be grateful for. I expect you do, too. I hope so anyway. Be careful out there and count your blessings.
A few years’ worth of thankful journals. These are not expensive but they mean a lot to me.
Thanksgiving is my favorite holiday. The holiday of gluttony and naps. I love it! Can’t wait for people to show up, to entertain them, hoping they’ll enjoy the company of friends and family, and leave with full bellies and happy thoughts.
For those of you who follow my blog and who are not from the United States, this is a national holiday of giving thanks. Celebrated the fourth Thursday of November, the myth is that the Indians (native Americans) welcomed the Pilgrims to the land with a bounty of food and company. However much of that story may or may not be true, it is still a holiday of celebration. I like it because I can invite anyone I choose, feed them to exhaustion, and then send them on their way with containers of turkey and gravy, stuffing and cranberry relish, and maybe a piece of pie, too!
But giving thanks and being grateful should be every day, not just on a special holiday.
I’ve kept a journal for years and years, some hand-written and some digital, but these often end up a litany of worries or complaints or what I did that day. But I do manage to take the time to reflect at the end of each day on something special that happened that day. I try to find at least three things but sometimes it’s more…and sometimes it’s less.
These are not big things. They probably wouldn’t even register with most people. Maybe it’s a sunrise or the strike of the sunlight on a hill. Maybe it’s spotting a red-tailed hawk on a wire. Or hugging a grandchild.
Sometimes I draw a little sketch to help me remember what I actually saw.
I find throughout my day that I actually look for things to write down. The bird’s nest that I spot outside my hotel window. A phone call from a friend. Even just a yummy supper. Sometimes it’s just the tiniest thing but it’s special to me.
Another small sketch. Just a memory jog.
I urge you that at this time of giving thanks, that you reflect not only the big things but each small thing that might make you happy, that makes others happy. Let us take the time to reflect on the small blessings of every day. Hope you all have a wonderful day of Thanksgiving this week and enjoy spending time with friends and family.
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