In just a few more months the holidays will be nigh upon us again ,beiginning with a holiday which I have always thought should be called "Thank an Aboriginal Inhabitant Day" but instead gets consigned to thanking the one who had (as far as I know)the least t o do with that group of pilgrims surviving the winter. But let me clarify one point-I do believe ingratitude.I simply find it easier to be thankful to someone who I know actually helped me through a tough spot.

I'm going to beg your indulgence here while I do a little screed-spewing (nothing bombastic or too assuming, mind you-I just felt theneed to say...


                                                             I am grateful 


     When my daughter survived a bacterial infection that almost cost her life I was grateful for meeting a doctor named Khan Eagle of the Childrens' Health Team;

     As I watched my mom recover  from a close experience with death due to complications from     diabetes, I was grateful that my grandmother recognized the symptoms of the danger before anyone else and for getting my mom to the hospital in time;

       In January of 2010 when a tornado put a 30-foot section of pine tree through our family home, I was  grateful for the friends and family that helped us through that  horrible misery-and to the contractors who  put our house back right (yes they did it for pay, but after the disruption to our lives that that tornado did, I'm still grateful to them for doing their jobs and letting us get on with our lives).

  As I watched my dad take his last breath on this good Earth, another statistic in the war on cancer,  I was grateful to the many doctors and nurses and family members and hospice workers who   helped  him throughout  that long journey-in the end he slipeed away painlessly with his family  by his side in his own bedroom-there have been many kings who would have envied such a  peaceful departure.

  I am grateful that I have food on my table and a roof over my head that is owned outright and despite our state's governor (Rick Scott) I still have a job-at least for now-and a little money saved just in case that scenario changes.  That might not sound like a whole lot but it is more than alot of folks in this economy have right now. I should be glad-and I am.

  It doesn't take belief in a sky-ghost hovering over our heads, playing tiddly-winks with our fates and occasionally throwing us a much needed-bone for we as humans to be grateful.  All we have to do is take a quick inventory of the  things we have and the folks who helped us to get there (some of them not necessarily humans-I am grateful to our cats Lucy and Riley and our yellow lab, Honeysuckle just for being there--what would my life be like without them--I don't even want to think about that, but I have loved and lost pets in the past and I miss them all and am thankful to them for the memories I have of all the comfort and happiness which they have brought). 

  When my mom was in intensive care and I couldn't stay with her at the hospital, I slept on the couch by the phone with our orange tabbies Mouser, Milo, Tigger and  Nadia and Selena, our gentle Manx. How do you measure that kind of comfort? You can't! And how do you say 'thank you' to someone whose most nuanced expression is to claw the wicker to let you know that they want you to pay them attention? You can't. You just have to hold on to memories even when it hurts and be grateful for every form of kindness that is shown to you in this life.

  If there really is a god or goddess or gods and they have any way to read a blog, this much I ask of them:  If you really can talk to people, please quit telling them to worship you-thats just causing folks down here to kill each other and for all your powers and immortality all you're doing is making our mortal lives miserable. What do you get out of doing that? Please stop! We can take care of ourselves and our own affairs better without your intervention, thank you.  But if you can do other things and you can end a drought so that people can eat, or help a family who is facing disaster or an animal in need of finding it's way home, please do.  Show that you can at least do one worthwhile thing with your existence and stoop from high Olympus or wherever to help someone in need.  If you can do that, and you see fit to do so, god or not, I'll be grateful.    

Thank you.     

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Comment by Patrick Moore on September 17, 2011 at 11:53pm
I've never heard that docs are social retards-although dentists have strange bedside manners. perhaps it's the NO2.
Comment by Doc on September 17, 2011 at 11:45pm
Haven't you heard?  Doctors are notorious for being socially retarded.  Too much time at the books, not enough time in non-work-related social situations.  By the way, check your email.
Comment by Patrick Moore on September 17, 2011 at 11:42pm

No need to be modest.  We're all adults here.  You're not exactly a beginner in the art of charm, are you?

Comment by Doc on September 17, 2011 at 11:34pm
Thank you.  You are most kind.
Comment by Patrick Moore on September 17, 2011 at 11:31pm
I'm sure text speak doesn't do that warm smile justice.
Comment by Doc on September 17, 2011 at 10:50pm
<warm smile>
Comment by Patrick Moore on September 17, 2011 at 10:44pm

That's wonderful!  Old boyfriends usually have a way of going away!  It's rare to see one stay in touch.   And honestly, I envy that more than I do most "together" relationships.  An old boyfriend who is where they need to be, but who can still share a bond is someone who holds a key to a past that is healthy and still alive.  Abiding love is more special to me than love of the moment. 

I'm not suprised at all that you have that in your life. 

Comment by Patrick Moore on September 17, 2011 at 10:35pm

Yes indeed!  Well said!  It does take courage to love a cat! I have an eldery friend named Donna who has often wondered why most xtians hate cats.  I think you've hit on something there. They don't just run up to you and slobber on you-there is a challenge and a kind of balancing of wills with cats-they might accept you and they might not-maybe the two of you just aren't quite gonna gel.  if you are going to work out there is going to be give and take. My Riley put me through a trial by ordeal. 

 He was MY cat from day one.  The problem was not evident until night one, though-he wanted me with him-in the middle of the living room floor. Nothing else would do-and this went on at intervals of about every two hours.  He would go to sleep, and then after I'd sneak off to bed, he'd wake up and claw at the bottom of my bedroom door until I'd lay back down with him in the middle of the living room floor.

For a few nights I moved my sleeping spot to the middle of the living room floor-which was not that comfortable at all-but it made him happy.  Finally he figured out he could just sleep with me in bed.  Never another sleepless night since.  It was like I had passed his test and he knew I'd be there.  God, I miss him. 

Comment by Doc on September 17, 2011 at 10:25pm
Actually, I stay in touch with that old boyfriend and his family.  We have an understanding of sorts.  I understand he must stay where he is, he understands I had to move, and there is mutual respect on various levels.  I don't know if I'll ever get to see him, again, but he is the one who will stay in my heart, and maybe I still stay in a corner of his, too.  He is a cat person -- one who has since taken in his daughter's pitbull and learned to train it.  Wow.  LOL!
Comment by Patrick Moore on September 17, 2011 at 10:16pm

Steve got whatever was most valuable to him-after many years I can say finally-I wish him well.  I'm glad he's somewhere else, though.  I don't envy anyone who has him on their arm now.  My freedom is worth a few scrapes and bruises.  But thank you for the kind words, Doc. They're always welcome.  Let's see. Christy and I have been divorced (legally) 11 years now.  We kept things-for the most part amicable.  Of course, there were some nasty moments-anyone who thinks divorce is just the end of a contract needs to go through one-it is literally the ending of a chapter of your life and blame and guilt, and family hurt and stuff comes to the surface that explains alot, but it doesn't leave you feeling any better.  I really wouldn't wish it on anyone, but I have to say, I think it has helped me figure out who I am.

  So did Steve's leaving me.  I'd hate to think what life would be like now, had he stayed.   I'm sure you can commiserate.  I'm sure your "old boyfriend" regrets being in your past.  At least he could see your love for things other than him-with Steve everything kind of had to revolve around him-and he hated cats.  God, what was I thinking...? 



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