colector: Re: [JournalWriting] Thankful Thursday

Great list, Neva.
I'm glad the elm tree didn't fall on the garage either!
Light of heart,
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Neva Darbe <nfdarbe@yahoo.com> wrote:

Today I am thankful

for the elm tree not falling on the garage roof when the wind blew it down last night.

that no ex-lover ever sent me chocolate and roses for Valentine's Day

for oatmeal being the only cereal we have in the house on this wind chill morning

the rose hip tea to I drink in place of the coffee this morning

that when the wind blew the worn out blanket off the line last night, the blanket didn't go into a neighbor's yard.

that my life isn't actually as screwed up as I thought it was the past year

that despite the fact that the can can open the fridge door the fridge still works

that I had syrup to put on my oatmeal this morning

that I found an opportunity to accept from PayPerPost

that my internet connection hold long enough to ge some work done

Neva

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