Displaced. Dysfunctional. Discombobulated.
From the category archives:
Today I am grateful for not having to cook dinner, W not wanting his side salad at lunch and giving it to me, cold V-8 Fusion on a sore throat, having already ordered a new backpack to replace the one that broke today, and money in my savings account.
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Today I am grateful for my pager not going off during aqua aerobics, puppy kisses, my iPod having just enough power to make the drive home, writing a translator that worked on the first try, and electric blankets.
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Today, I’m grateful for shower therapy, fish tacos, tuna sushi, online shopping, and flavored water.
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Today I’m grateful for good photography weather, random IMs from a wayward friend, realizing I don’t have to clean my whole house in one day, the music of wind-chimes, and time to write.
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Today I’m grateful for the beautiful oranges, reds, and golds of Autumn leaves, walking the dog, sleeping late, eating breakfast at dinnertime, not being eaten by coyotes (which actually turned out to be the Pugs next door being walked in the dark by my neighbor — scared the shit out of me while I [...]
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Today I’m grateful for popcorn, my orange socks that Mac made me, going to be early, oranges, and Thursday Thirteen websurfing.
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Today I am grateful for Pug hugs, caffeine, audiobooks, late-blooming sunflowers, tabbed browsing.
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Today I’m grateful for karma, doggy daycare, my mother’s crocheted afghans, lemonade, my iPod.
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gratitude
a feeling of thankfulness and appreciation
WordNet® 3.0, © 2006 by Princeton University.
Apparently, studies show that grateful people tend to be happier people, or so I’ve been reading. Actually, someone in my Living Well class mentioned it too, but I’m always skeptical so I’ve been checking it out online. O.K. I’ve been checking out [...]
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I've always found paranoia to be a perfectly defensible position.
-- Pat Conroy
What: The discombobulated inner-monologue of a single, thirty-something, displaced Southerner in small town New England.
Where: Maine
