People who take the trouble to invite waifs and strays for Thanksgiving dinner.
Students who actually want to learn. Class clowns who keep the mood light. Good colleagues to share the classroom war stories.
Squirrels. I know they're nuisances, I know they chew wiring, I know they eat all the bulbs I plant, but . . . they make me smile.
The resin, of course. And the people who make the resin. And the people who keep the resin. The combination has helped me get through a lot of bad days in the past year or so.
The American Association of Colleges and Universities, which thinks it's actually worthwhile to send twenty people to California for a month to learn something new. And all the other foundations and associations and organizations that still believe learning new stuff is important, and put their money on the line to make it happen.
Sheep. Alpacas. Musk oxen. All the beautiful, patient, fiber-bearing animals. And whoever first rolled fiber into a cord, looped it around a stick, and grabbed another stick to fiddle with the loops.
The people who do all the sad and dangerous and dirty and ugly work of the world. The people who immigrate to a strange country with a strange language, hoping to make good lives for themselves and their families.
Blessings on us all, my friends--here's hoping we get whatever kinds of blessings we need most, whether we know it or not!
And now I need to get cracking and bake my grandmother's gingerbread recipe, to take to the Thanksgiving dinner I'm going to . . .