what i’m grateful for
Thursday, November 22nd, 2007
- Claire getting out of bed the other night to return her cup to the kitchen. Jeremy and I paused the DVD and monitored her progress. As she headed back to bed she gave us one thumb up.
- Julia when I got home from work the other day, standing on the baby gate and laughing her fool head off. Also Julia piling on when we’re all lying in bed in the morning and exclaiming “APPY PEOPLE.”
- Bebe snuggled next to me at night. She is well gone before the children pile on, of course.
- Everything about Jeremy. He’s a very cool person.
- A world wide network of beloved friends and family to each of whom I have owed email or a call for months now. You’re accomplished and witty with great bone structure, and I think about you all the time.
- Critical mass of brilliant, amusing friends right here in darkest Mission District.
- Paravirt_ops.
- Viable Paradise.
- On which note, books! Kage Baker, Elizabeth Bear, Lois McMaster Bujold, Naomi Novik, Kim Stanley Robinson and Connie Willis. Hari Kunzru and Jonathan Raban, Calvin Trillin and Sarah Vowell, Graham Greene and Lytton Strachey. God, I love books.
- Food, too. Fried clams at The Bite in Menemsha. Fish tacos in La Paz. Cherry tomatos growing on our terrace. The farmer’s market. The strawberries this year! Oh my Lord.
- Consequently, running.
- Music! Claire on the piano, Spencer Day, Dean Gray, Frontalot. My iPod! My camera! And for that matter:
- Architecture, photography, film.
- Trees, mountains, rivers, the sea. Oz Farm.
- San Francisco.
- Oh, I nearly forgot: British passport, forward movement on green card.
- A glimmer of hope that St Luke’s won’t be shut down. A field of Democratic candidates that doesn’t induce coma, one or two of whom could perhaps make passably competent presidents. An Australian Federal election Howard is going to lose. That last one feels good.
- But most of all Jeremy, who has fallen asleep at his laptop at the end of the sofa and is snoring. And Claire and Julia, the binary system we orbit. Also snoring. And Bebe, who is just a pretty, cranky cat. That snores.
Happy Thanksgiving.
