Topping my personal list of things I’m thankful for this Thanksgiving are the two handsome fellas pictured here. Barley and Dougal, my two schnauzers, are my best friends and I can’t imagine a single day without them.
This photo is from Saturday, when we hiked through rain and snow along the White River east of Enumclaw. It was a perfect day. Barley led the charge, Dougal sniffed along behind, and I snapped some beautiful pictures.
Here are a few other things I’m thankful for this year (these are in no particular order):
• Running pants that don’t cut into my lovehandles. The only thing worse than two lovehandles? Four lovehandles. Finally, after 31 years of living, I found running pants that don’t bisect my chub and affect my ability to work out. Thank you, Nike!
• Kraft Macaroni and Cheese. I only recently rediscovered this treat from my childhood, and I honestly can’t think of much else lately. I’ve reigned it in a bit and I’m trying to eat it just once or twice a month, but any day that ends in nuclear-orange cheese is a good day. (See “lovehandles” above…yikes!)
• My grandparents. At 83 and 79, my grandparents are still doing incredibly well, but I’m always mindful that their health could change at any moment. My grandma is a breast cancer survivor and my grandpa is having some issues with early dementia, but they’re still kicking. I love them more than any two people on the planet.
• My kick-butt department. Even on the most stressful days, my coworkers are fantastic. On days I’m not here, I’m nagging them electronically to find out what I’m missing. It’s a sickness, but it’s a good kind to have.
• My apartment. With so many people facing serious financial hardship this year, it’s impossible for me to complain about my drippy kitchen faucet or how expensive my rent is. It would be an insult to the people who truly are struggling.
• Health insurance. I have read so many horror stories this year of people who either lost their insurance or didn’t have any when they faced a medical crisis. I am so thankful that I have it and that I don’t have to choose between food and medicine.
• Sleep. Up until the last year or so, sleep was a personal luxury. I never got enough and I was terminally crabby (okay, crabbier). Now that I’ve made sleep a priority and I’ve put forth solid effort to relax, I get a lot more sleep and I feel less guilty about it. Sure, I go to bed at 8:30 p.m., but I feel so much better.
Happy Thanksgiving…I’m taking a nap!