Today I’m thankful for dancing.
Growing up I was fortunate to be able to try many different sports. I was bad at most of them. My parents encouraged to find one I enjoyed. They hoped skill might follow with enthusiasm. It didn’t.
I am very reserved in public situations. I’ve gotten quieter with age. With that reserve came a reluctance to do any sort of “dancing” where others could see, as I was likely to not be very good at it, and I would feel self conscious. It wasn’t until I was cast in a musical several years ago, in a part that required a great deal of dancing, that I finally stopping giving heed to what others thought. I learned the routines and performed for the sheer joy of the movement. I will never be a born dancer, but I didn’t stand out as incompetent. I was satisfied.
Today I’m thankful for concerned relatives.
Today was another visit with the older gal I help. She had me clean both bathrooms and dust the second bedroom. She’d fallen a little behind because of numerous doctor visits. She didn’t particularly mind the appointments. She planned ahead, anticipating a long interval at the offices. However, she didn’t foresee spending an even longer time on the telephone repeating the story to each of her children, grandchildren and all of their spouses. She said “as soon as I got off the phone with one here comes another calling; a body needs a break to think!”. I suggested she designate one person to keep the rest updated. She has a large family.
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Today I’m thankful for out-of-town drivers.
Learning the layout of a new place takes me a while. I navigate about as well as a concussed hamster. I try not to be the driver going below the speed limit and looking around so I don’t miss my turning. I pull into a lot and reconnoiter.
I was stuck behind one of them today. I couldn’t pass as a bus was approaching in the opposite direction. I reminded myself that they were probably injecting money into the local economy and satisfied myself with muttering under my breath.
We’ve all been that driver at some point in a new town. Extend the patience you wish someone’d shown you, then rant when you get home. It’s less distracting when you’re not driving.
Today I’m thankful for gardening.
I have a bunch of containers on my patio. They’re all flowers. I didn’t know if I would be able to eat everything if I grew vegetables. I might next year.
My grandparents had a huge vegetable garden. There was an entire row dedicated to strawberries for me. I’ve never been a fan of weeding but working with the soil and watching something grow is amazing. At home we’d do yardwork but it always kind of sucked. I’ve learned, that for me, the spirit I approach the work with is the most important part. It’s probably grossly oversimplified but that’s all I’ve got. I do think people should have a better idea where their food comes from, and of the amount of effort that goes into producing it. Our county extension office offers community plots for a small rental fee. I’m thinking about getting one for the next growing season and just letting flowers and veg run riot.