World, my mother has a blog called Shmata Boro where she occasionally shares stories from our lives. She sometimes refers to me there using the cryptic code name “Middle Child.”
Before she thinks to mention it, I’d like to come out as a [notorious] former bed-wetter, nose-picker, tattle-tale, and cry-baby. It is also true that I did not realize the alphabet song and “Twinkle Twinkle, Little Star” shared a melody until I was oh, about fourteen. Tip of the iceberg, folks, lots more where this comes from.
As Ms. Mama explains here, we used to send each other daily lists of things for which we were thankful. We cleverly referred to these lists as “Thankfuls.” Yes, yes, it all sounds very Oprah, but as a person who mud-wrestles with depression, I must force myself to remember that life is not all terror and poverty; there’s also garlic bread.
Here are a few of my current Thankfuls:
1. I am thankful to be gainfully employed. I was out of work from August-November last year, and my savings account still hasn’t forgiven me.
2. However, I’m also thankful that my job has a spring break. Unpaid, but vacation is vacation.
3. This will sound vain, but I’m thankful for the strangers who’ve “liked” my blog on Facebook. Obscure bloggers can’t always be sure that anyone (aside from hundreds of spambots) is reading their work, let alone enjoying it. And with friends and loved ones, it’s hard to know if they really like what you do or if they’re just being supportive. Knowing that total strangers appreciate my storytelling is like getting high-fived, hugged, and triumphantly hip-bumped simultaneously.
4. I remain thankful for homemade deodorant. I’ve been making my own for just over a year, and I don’t anticipate switching back to commercial brands. I divided my last batch into three scents: Tibetan Mountain Temple, Cenobite, and Vanilla. Now, I can coordinate my deodorant with my perfume— except that I never think to wear perfume.
5. I am thankful for frivolous clothes. My work uniform consists of a hunter green polo shirt, khakis, and sneakers. This makes me feel like a park ranger, and not in the cool, rugged-and-fearless sense. There’s a lot to be said for practical clothing (and often I’m the one saying it), but it’s nice to know I’ve got a top hat, garter belt, and bejeweled velvet shoes waiting at home.
6. I am thankful for Morrissey. But then, who isn’t?
7. Today, I am especially thankful for easy access to a washer and dryer. I don’t mind doing laundry, so long as it doesn’t involve trudging to a laundromat with a basket of filthy clothes balanced on my head. Ah, memories.
8. Not to put my romantic partnership in the same category as deodorant, but I’m thankful for Mr. Jaunty. We make a good team.
9. I am thankful for Fit and Feminist, which always makes me think AND reminds me to get moving.
10. As foreshadowed, I am deeply thankful for garlic bread. So crusty, itchy-crumbled and savor-tasted when the little lame balloon man whistles far and wee.
Don’t let me do all the talking. What are you thankful for today?