- An old car with the good manners to break down within coasting distance of my own driveway, on the night before a day off.
- A mother out of state for the winter who is willing to lend me hers.
- A sister coming to Thanksgiving dinner to drive me from the broken down car to the running car.
Seriously, as far as inconveniences go, this one was coordinated like a ballet.
Then there’s all the other usual stuff we take for granted: a roof over our heads (that only leaks when it rains really hard), a job where I get to work with lots of kind and genuine people, food for the table, a wife who is not only willing but happy to cook it, family to share it with, good health, and of course, also, eggnog.
I work with a woman who’s mother used to punish her, when she complained too much, by sending her into the corner to count her blessings. I do tend to grumble a lot. (That’s why you’re all here, isn’t it?) But this seems like as good a day as any to take her mother’s advice and reflect on the stuff that’s going right.
So, I’ll be over here in the corner.
With my eggnog.