Though an attitude of gratitude should rule my heart and mind, especially as a white-privileged Americans, I find I often fall short. As I age, gratitude has become easier, perhaps I no longer have to strive or prove my worth – or its source. But America has dedicated a holiday for giving thanks, so gratitude is among my primary thoughts.
So I write, because that’s how I process and express my thoughts.
I am grateful for modern medicine, with its procedures and pills, a plethora of ‘magic wands’ that can be wielded to cure what ails you. There were days and nights in the past sixty-some days when I wouldn’t have espoused this attitude.
I had a knee replacement surgery onSeptember 9.
Here’s a blog post from that day, written and cached before the surgery, natch https://www.pjcolando.com/my-legacy-of-tylenol-and-tape/
I am grateful that I found a skilled surgeon and have insurance to pay the costs. I am grateful for a loving longterm relationship, a husband willing to dig deep to work and do whatever he needed to do to help. Improv does not come easily for him, though fully-saturated kindness does, so the recovery process went as well as it could. I wore my best courage and well-honed can-do attitude. we prevailed through the voluble pain, inevitable to the process due to the sliced tissues, nerves, bones, and flesh.
I am grateful for the slow pace and low demands of our comfortable retired life. Grateful for a one-story house. Grateful for generous loans of all necessary equipment a gimp requires. Grateful for meals provided by others so as to not tax my overwhelmed husband further. I’m grateful for our doodle dog, Spark, who intuitively cared for both of us along with continuing to spark joy.
I am grateful for simplicity, for the principle of “Less is more,” for the idea of deletion, which is much easier now with the laptop computer, an entire key devoted to it. I’m grateful to be a better writer, so that button is seldom used.
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