Ten on the 10th – 10-10-10

I feel like one of the luckiest persons alive. We all have problems, whether health, family, money, job, or other, but there’s something to be said for pushing worries aside and focusing on the positives in life, and that’s what I’m doing today.

I don’t know why, but I like the roundness of today’s date and even the time I’m publishing this post : 10/10/10 10:10. Maybe it’s my OCD bent. Anyway, here are ten reasons I’m thankful today.

  1. My husband – few people can put up with my kind of crazy, but Tim does, and he loves me. My mind runs a mile a minute. When we go out for a drive, Tim enjoys the sights while listening to my ideas, hopes, plans, and latest crazy food fad.
  2. My sister – another one of those who loves me and my crazy. Every time I say, “this time, I mean it — I’m going to live healthier,” she believes me and supports me. She’s my biggest cheerleader and best friend.
  3. My parents – they raised us in a pretty strict manner, and they made a lot of hard choices to give us a good life. My Dad has an innate and unwavering sense of right and wrong, and my Mom is a vault of crafting, cooking, and gardening information.
  4. My home – I always wanted a place to garden, and 10 years of park housing has given me good and bad locations, but I never dreamed I’d live in a place like this.
  5. My job – I doubt anybody’s job is perfect, but I work with a great bunch of people who make every day fun. Sci-fi references, obscure videos, and pop-culture references give me at least one good laugh every single day. I also get to work from home, which is an added bonus.
  6. My animals – I’ve had cats my entire life, and I’m happy our two new little kittens have fit in so well with our family. Our Walker Treeing Coonhound was abused and is still a bit crazy, but she snuggles like nobody’s business and always runs to me when she’s frightened. Finally, there’s my Border Collie mutt. I don’t know what makes up the “mutt” part but he wags his curly tail every time I look at him.
  7. My health – I’m definitely not the image of health, but with the various and sundry health problems my parents and grandparents have or had, I’m not doing too bad.
  8. My friends – We’re having a party next weekend, and friends I rarely see and infrequently talk to are taking the time to drive out here “into the country” to spend the day with us. I’ve also made some new friends here in the valley who are super supportive and are giving us tips and helping us make connections.
  9. My education – I didn’t appreciate it at the time, and I truly did sleep through a great deal of my 8:00 “History of Art in the Western World” (I think it was named) class. I would give anything to have the time to take that class now. My parents helped me pay for college, and I was in debt for 8 years to pay off the rest, but it was worth it. I have an eagle eye for (other people’s) grammatical errors and typos, and it’s served me well over the years.
  10. My small-town hometown – I grew up in a town where your neighbors knew your business, and you didn’t dare cut your grass on Sunday. I ran around barefoot, rode in the back of pickup trucks, and lugged my baby sister onto a horse. I grew up in a town where it was hard to get by with anything (I still don’t know how Mom and Dad knew about the time I walked to the golf course), and where I’m still “the Morgans’ oldest.” All four grandparents were five minutes away, and I spent summers hanging out with my sister and cousin. My accent still comes out when I talk to my family and sometimes when I sleep on a “pilla” or look out a “winda.” I learned there that prejudice was ignorant and looking down on others is a sin. I spent Sunday mornings in church and Sunday evenings “visitin” kin. My grandfathers were physical laborers who died relatively young, perhaps due in part to those years of toil. I sat in a car while Dad fought fires, and I spent my childhood balancing on brick walls near the firehouse. I can, I cook, I crochet, and I sew because of the family who raised me in my railroad-centric hometown.
*** This site is comprised solely of the opinions of its author, Stacey Morgan Smith. She works to promote gardening and tourism in the Shenandoah Valley of Virginia, from Roanoke to the Potomac River.***

Leave a Reply

You can use these HTML tags

<a href="" title=""> <abbr title=""> <acronym title=""> <b> <blockquote cite=""> <cite> <code> <del datetime=""> <em> <i> <q cite=""> <s> <strike> <strong>