Wish it was more natural to remember to do these things…It reminds me that we can always find people in worse situations than our own and to be grateful and content with where God has us at this present time. So many things to be thankful for…

Journey of Life

I have literally just finished my previous post and the following came through on email from a dear friend of mine and posting it felt like the right thing to do.

I AM THANKFUL:

FOR THE WIFE
WHO SAYS IT’S HOT DOGS TONIGHT,
BECAUSE SHE IS HOME WITH ME,
AND NOT OUT WITH SOMEONE ELSE.

FOR THE HUSBAND
WHO IS ON THE SOFA
BEING A COUCH POTATO,
BECAUSE HE IS HOME WITH ME
AND NOT OUT AT THE BARS.

FOR THE TEENAGER
WHO IS COMPLAINING ABOUT DOING DISHES
BECAUSE IT MEANS SHE IS AT HOME,
NOT ON THE STREETS.

FOR THE TAXES I PAY
BECAUSE IT MEANS
I AM EMPLOYED .

FOR THE MESS TO CLEAN AFTER A PARTY
BECAUSE IT MEANS I HAVE
BEEN SURROUNDED BY FRIENDS.

FOR THE CLOTHES THAT FIT A LITTLE TOO SNUG
BECAUSE IT MEANS
I HAVE ENOUGH TO EAT.

FOR MY SHADOW THAT WATCHES…

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I tell people I have soup anxiety.

I may have touched on this before. It is ridiculous. You don’t have to tell me that.

It’s mostly the lack of substance. The brothy-ness and the fear of being hungry while our dinner companions talk for three more hours about their 8th grade tirades and how ‘nerdy’ we all used to be. (Trust me, if you’re playing soccer in 8th grade, you’re probably NOT a nerd — or at least in my view of the word.)

But I really like soup! I do, I do. I promise. It’s just not the first thing that comes to mind when I think, “Oh, dinner…”

Understanding soup basics was huge in my learning how to cook better. Usually in culinary school they start you at stocks, soups and sauces. Since I haven’t attended culinary school, nor will I ever, I did like most self-taught cooks…

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Hoping to remind myself of the America I knew and my hopes for the future, I begin this blog.  I hope there are others with some similar thoughts, who still think that America has a purpose in this world.  What purpose?  Goodness.  Respect.  Care.  Cherishing those who have gone before us and laying solid groundwork for those who will follow.  A love of God and a gratefulness for our heroes.  So many have gone before us and they should not be forgotten but learned from to help us strive for a higher standard, a goal of living respectfully and carefully.

I will be 50 years old this year.  Could I really be that old?  Is 50 really old? I heard recently that 72 is the new 30.  If that is true, I’m a lot younger than I thought!   It seems a lot younger now than I used to think 50 was.  And while some days seemed to have dragged by for various reasons, 50 years have relatively flown by.  Strange.

But for now I’m just 49.  So let’s go with that for now.  I was born 2 months before President John F. Kennedy was killed.  The only other president of the United States besides Abraham Lincoln murdered in office.  I can remember images on the nightly news of the war in Viet Nam and unrest and bad behavior in the US.  Only limited images though.  Partly because we only had some kind of ancient, small 12 inch screen, black and white, fuzzy pictured TV with giant rabbit ear antennas, but also because my mother made sure we didn’t see too much.  I was the youngest of 6, so I probably got away with seeing more than the others at an earlier age.  But it was still pretty limited.

Five decades?  What?  I can remember when my mother was turning 50.  She declared that once she turned 50, she would really be able to speak her mind.  I remember wondering, “So, does that mean you’ve been holding back all these years?”  I didn’t think so.  But the freedom she felt from her advancement into her fifth decade sounded liberating.  So, I am going to proceed with the same kind of confidence and embrace that fifth decade as if I have earned a PhD in life with a concentration in ultimate understanding of all things good and bad.  And this is my ongoing dissertation.  I hope you will join me as I proceed.  It will be a combination of personal stories from the past, experiences from living in this land of America and travels around the world, and hopes and dreams for the future of my ideal America.