Gratitudes

I’ve always envied those who could count their blessings–and list them out daily. At least one per day in November. I tend to be a little too preoccupied to make that happen, but that doesn’t mean it I’m not aware of my blessings. This November has already been a busy month.

I have a new grandson. He’s the sweetest thing! I never had boys, so this is a new experience for me. Unfortunately, they live a thousand miles away, so I have to plan a trip to meet him. In the meantime–video chats!

My short fiction, Healing Seeds, will appear in Texas Gardeners Magazine–a weekly newsletter–sometime in January. I’ll know more about when in December. A hint: it uses some of my occupational therapy brain. I’ve mentioned before that, while I came from a family of gardeners, I didn’t get that gene. I can keep a plant alive–kinda–but it may not be the healthiest you’ve ever seen. But that doesn’t keep me from writing a story about gardening.

I have submitted another short fiction to an anthology. I hope to hear from that in January–cross your fingers. Another story is in the works as part of NaNoWriMo. For some reason, I’m drawn to write short fiction about things I know nothing about–like deep sea diving, treasure hunting, and murder. Odd.

Work is still less than ideal, but I did get to spend a couple of hours last with my colleagues in crime (occupational therapists). We had a lovely lecture on finger contractures, were introduced to a new type of joint jack, and played with splinting material made out of cotton. I ran into several former coworkers/friends and spent time catching up on gossip and griping about unrealistic management, unmotivated patients, and crappy documentation software. Fun times!

Next week is Thanksgiving. While I’m spending time with my family over turkey and all the fixin’s, I hope you do the same with family, friends, or at least take the day to settle back with a cup of hot tea (or your beverage of choice) and a good book or two.

Happy Thanksgiving!

T