We are all thankful for family, friends, jobs, churches, and having a bed to sleep in at night.
We are all thankful for family, friends, jobs, churches, and having a bed to sleep in at night. At least I am. I understand that there are many people in this world who don’t have the luxuries most of us have. We are probably all a little guilty of taking things for granted from time to time.
There are a lot of things that I’m thankful for that I forget about - until I see, feel, taste, hear or touch them again. When I do, I say to myself, “I sure am thankful for this.”
During this Thanksgiving season, I thought I would study a few of these things.
Good Toilet Paper
When you think about good toilet paper you are generally sitting down. With budget problems and cutbacks, I am usually at work when I think about this. The other day I was thinking about how disappointing single-ply “sandpaperish” toilet paper is. About the time I was thinking about it, the roll split down the middle dispensing only half of the single-ply sandpaperish toilet paper. I appreciate good toilet paper.
Good Water Pressure
Have you ever stayed in a hotel or somewhere that didn’t have good water pressure? It’s troublesome. Good water pressure seems to knock off not only dirt, but also a lot of bad things and feelings that you might have. Good water pressure is very medicinal.
Good Number 2 Pencils
Most people grow up and don’t use pencils anymore. Go find one. Find a good one and get a blank sheet of paper. Doodle, draw flowers, write your name a zillion times or do the Sodoku puzzle in the paper. There is something about writing with a good pencil that just cranks my tractor. I do math every day, I know these things.
Some folks might call them appetizer forks; I simply call them small forks. I can’t put my finger on just what they do for me; I think it has something to do with making me feel bigger. It would also make sense to say that using a small fork makes the meal last longer. If you have a lot of time, try eating with one of those little seafood forks. Your food looks bigger on the end of it. I love small forks.
Good Underwear & Socks
I have no shame in admitting I will wear second hand clothes. Second hand clothes are like a baseball glove you’ve used so much that it is part of your hand. On the other hand, I want good underwear and socks that make me feel “springy.” Most of the time we should try to be holy, but not when it comes to our underwear and socks.
Soda Waters in Glass Bottles
Everything tastes better from a glass bottle. I prefer Double Colas or RC Colas or any flavor of Nehi, but I will try anything from a glass bottle. I’m sure beer drinkers would agree with me. My preference is something with pure cane sugar. I haven’t heard it in a long time, but the sound of a glass bottle hitting the bottom of a Coke/Soda machine makes me salivate like a dog when he hears the food bag being opened. I also remember the clicking sound the “pull out” machines made when you put your money in, opened the glass door and pulled a cold belly washer out. Mercy, that just gets to me.
The Sears Roebuck Christmas Catalog
It came about the same time every year. On Saturdays, I would sit on the front steps of our house waiting on the mailman. The catalog would be worn out by Christmas. I would hide them so I could look at them all year long planning for the next year’s Christmas. The “Wish Book” held dreams and is something I will always be thankful for.
People Who Donate Their Bodies to Science
This is an odd thing to be thankful for I guess; some folks might think that I chose cadavers because they help in researching and curing diseases. This is a good thing, but not the reason I’m thankful for these generous people. When I was in college, I was dead set on being a dentist. In my first visit to the dental school in Birmingham, Alabama, they threw back a sheet and showed us a fellow who had donated his body for folks at the dental school to practice on, figure out what stuff looks like and where to find parts.
It was at that time, I decided I did not want to be a dentist anymore. I’m happy with what I am and thankful that I am not a dentist.
This sounds a bit strange. First of all, I am not talking about being a bit off or crazy or anything like that. I am thankful for being touched literally. When I shake someone’s hand or my children hug me, it makes me feel needed and wanted and a part of this wonderful world we live in.
Oh goodness, I could go on and on. Canned jellied cranberry sauce with the lines plopped on a plate and ready for slicing, big dogs licking your face to wake you up from a nap, foam pillows after a hard day’s work and licorice are a few more. Do not remind me that I once was taken to the emergency room for eating too much licorice.
I am truly thankful for being alive and being able to think thankful thoughts.
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