It’s hard to believe that by next week our temperatures are supposed to be around 60 degrees and all this snow will be nothing more than slushy puddles. Such is life in Western New York. Along with rising temperatures next week, also comes Thanksgiving! A time to gather with families, and eat obscene amounts of food, followed by scrumptious desserts, followed by a nap if you’re a man—a huge stack of dishes for the women folk. And of course there’s FOOTBALL: Or for me, a good book.
Hopefully somewhere in between cooking the meal, setting the table, eating until our stretchy pants threaten to burst, and vegging out in front of the game, we take time to give thanks for all our many blessings. I have to admit; this past year has been a challenge for my family. My numerous accidents, the most serious putting me in a purple cast for nearly two months, and the life threatening drama our youngest son, Chris had to endure, made me wonder if we had some invisible target on our backs.
So as the wind howls, the snow flies, and my feet freeze, I wanted to take a moment to count my blessings. My list could go on and on.
Happy Thanksgiving to you and yours