Gratitude... I've got it. I worry about being all pollyannaish on this blog. I have so much gratitude lately, though. Just a moment ago, I was laying in bed resting with Maggie and I felt giddy. I keep saying, "If you were homeless then you couldn't have this." Maggie. My warm bed. My TV. Internet on demand. Warm and dry clothes. Central heating and air. I really owe my father so much.
Earlier in the day, I went over for my two Cokes. Dad surprised me by being there and not at work.
"Help me with some lights outside," he told me.
We got out and finished stringing the rest of his Christmas lights on his front hedge. I love these times with my father. He sure had a dry humor about him today. I laughed and laughed and we had a good time.