Enough for a list:
Loved ones nearby.
A job I really love that pays a living wage.
A boat I really love that shelters us while keeping us young.
A place to stay while the boat is getting painted. (See first entry.)
A man I really love, who really loves me.
A church I really love, where folks really are the best kind of people.
It hasn’t always been easy, the ups and downs of life since I started this blog. I’ve lost five loved ones, one really good promised job, one home, one home town; I’ve won and left numerous jobs, endured a few others, and fought my way into the last job I ever want without knowing it would be exactly where I should be, and what I should do.
Through it all, the Pepper Dog has been at my side, where she is at this moment dreaming of turkey trimmings. She’s deaf and blind now, unable to join us on the boat but she’s never far away at my son’s home. She’s still feisty and healthy, frustrated by her need for others to help her. She’s just made to be scritched and loved. She’s beautiful.
Through it all my son and his wife have been, until we moved aboard the boat, right next door. They’re the reason we moved to Charleston. Fun to see my son as the stable element in all of our bumptious activity these last few years. Heaven knows he’s been hither and yon with his pirate parents. It’s only fitting that he found a beautiful and equally nerdy soul mate with whom to build a solid, abiding place of permanence. Although we are all talking about Bolivia…
And to the dozen of you that have hung around, hung with me, and have become fellow-pirates on the seas of change that have overswept our nation, I am thankful for the fellowship, the sense of fun, the sense of proportion you have afforded my rambling thoughts. God bless you all, in His time, in His way.
Happy Thanksgiving! And keep your powder dry!