Wow. This year is almost pau! (Pau: Done. Completed. The end.) Amazing.
I am so grateful to be alive and healthy and fit. And blessed with loving friends and family.
Gratitude mixed with mortification: Got a reduced-price senior’s movie ticket without asking for it the other day. I am not 62 years old! The idea that I look that old to someone was hard to swallow. I choose to believe he gave it to me just to be nice, as the ticket machine was broken and there was a delay getting served. Or maybe I’m getting paid back for all the times I asked for the discount when I don’t really qualify for it. Whatever. Mortification. Ick.
I’m grateful for these words coming out of my mouth: Why don’t I come and pick you up? Following being told that Rose’s car was messed up and she couldn’t drive up to my sister’s for our Chanukah gathering. Unprecedented. For me to volunteer to drive for nearly two hours. I really wanted to see my kid. And I got that opportunity, just by driving to pick her up. And she took BART home.
I’m grateful for the warm feeling of gifts given and happy smiles. And gifts received. A lovely pendant from my sister and Allen and a beautiful scarf from Matt and Anna. And cash from dad.
I’m grateful for my movie orgy. In the last two weeks or so, I have seen
Rachel Getting Married
Happy Go Lucky
Marley and Me
Nothing Like the Holidays
A Christmas Tale
Jeez! A veritable film orgy. And my pick for best film of the season (drumroll): Slumdog Millionaire. Brilliant. Yes, too much violence in the first half hour, but totally satisfyingly wonderful after that. Well done!
I am completely grateful for loving my friends and my social life. Enjoying the invitations I have and letting people know how much I cherish and appreciate them. It is a recent change that this is so. How lovely not to be agonizing over the invitations I don’t have and scorning the ones I do. Phew.
Life is good and I am blessed.
Blessings blessings blessings.