Now that Thanksgiving is over, and bloated Americans are returning to work Monday thinking Donald Trump is going to be president, it’s prime time to step away from the food and shopping orgy and consider the things we’re thankful for, on a daily basis, not because some American president (FDR) declared it would be the fourth Thursday in Nov.
I like Amy, and Sorenne, and the other 4 daughters, who still talk with me, and some even live with me, although I’ve been sortofa dick for a long time.
My friends, and their spouses, who still talk with me, although I’ve been sortofa dick for a long time.
I like coaching hockey.
I’m thankful our hockey club – or at least me – is going to focus on the club rather than the individual.
I like the new dog, Ted, (size due to townhouse body corporate regs).
I like that Australians are sorta dumb about Thanksgiving (Australia, you’re an agricultural exporting country, it’s a celebration of the fucking harvest).
I’m thankful I didn’t make anyone barf at our annual Thanksgiving feast (it’s real easy to screw up cooking turkey for 50 people).
And, after five years, I can now say, I’m thankful I live in Brisbane.
Beaches are awesome.
So are the people.
Plenty to be thankful for — every day.