I am grateful for great behaviour from Coop. We’ve got him in Beavers, which is fun, but it’s across town at 6pm, which makes for a time crunch as we need to fit some dinner in there, too. It went smoothly, and that’s good.
I am grateful for cars. I usually try to bike in at least one direction in my daily commute. With the Beavers and logistics being what they were, today I drove both. It was raining cats and dogs, and nice to be inside with a heater, defroster, and roof over my head.
I am grateful for quiet. Everyone else is asleep in the house as I write this. Hard to believe sometimes with a 2 and a 5 year old, that there is such a thing as quiet. One must enjoy it when one can.
I am grateful for the box our new hot water tank came in.
I am grateful that I managed, just today, the day before workers come to start work, to get our basement devoid of stuff. When we moved in we had most of our stuff placed there, and having so much crap, we never figured we needed it enough to unpack it. One lesson learned that (hopefully) will no longer applicable to me: don’t hold on to stuff thinking someday you’ll have a house to put it in. If you are like me, you might spend decades squeezing those things into closets. You’ll move them from rented apartment to rented apartment. Perhaps you’ll even rent storage space for them. Then, you’ll get that house you always dreamed those things would belong in, only to find you stIll don’t want that crap. It’s been a liberating, but long and tedious journey to a clean basement over these last few weeks.
I am grateful for projects getting done and launched and off my radar. On to other things!
I’m grateful I work my own hours. This means if suddenly, out of nowhere, my knee tenses up like crazy again I can pack up, go home, stretch and apply ice in bed doing my best to plug away with a laptop.
I am grateful for Julie, who brought me lunch and did her best to make me feel better this afternoon. Luckily I have this blog, because if I didn’t she might never know it. I’m a cussing cusshole when I’m in a grumpy mood like this one.
I am grateful for Coop’s kindergarten teacher. We had our first parent teacher interviews today and she seems like just the kind of person I’d like to take care of my kid’s first year of public education. This is good for many reasons, not the least of which is I don’t know how much choice we’d have if she wasn’t. Coop is doing great right now, and I think that’s thanks in no small part to his teacher’s skill, effort, and her connection with him.
Today I am grateful for 57 years of service from our hot water tank. I’m amazed at how happy I am it failed today. Here’s the thing: it was the best possible scenario. It started leaking, but I happened to be in the basement probably within about 20-45 minutes of it starting. There was about of gallon of water on the floor, where last week, many of my possessions were located in cardboard boxes before we moved them to make way for construction. No damage occurred, but that would not have been the case last week. Even better, we’d already decided and planned on its imminent replacement. In fact, it was set to be moved temporarily tomorrow, because right now it sits where the door to the downstairs suite will be. Unreal!
I am grateful for a familiar crowd of families at a birthday party for a 4 year old we attended this morning. It’s great to have a 5 and 2 year old, both who have “old” friends.
I grateful for the unplanned event of having Farley fall asleep on me while I was reading him stories before bed today. He was pretty tuckered out! Speaking of tuckered out, so am I. Goodnight, interwebs.
I am grateful for having great friends over for dinner again, up chatting ’till 3:00am.The more I enjoy having folks over for dinner the more I get the sneaking suspicion I am not the introvert I thought I was.
I am grateful for a clean house. It took some effort, but it was in pretty good shape for a while, today. It isn’t as clean now, mind you, but it was for a while, and that’s enough.
I am grateful for my walk home with Coop the other day. He’s in a good space right now. He likes kindergarten. He’s settling in and we’re all enjoying the routine. The day I took this picture was picture day. He loves that shirt. He looked good in it and he knew it. How do I know? He told me. Actually not me; some other kid’s dad I’m not even clear he’d ever met before. “I look good in this shirt,” he said, “I just kinda, y’know, I can feel it.”
If hearing that from your boy isn’t nice, what is?
I am grateful for cool things to look at. This morning the misty fog on the Olympics across the pond was pretty spectacular. Then, I parked next to a very cool old truck. The best vintage cars have just enough rust to let you know they still put in a day or two of hard work every now and again. I appreciate a car that’s well cared for, not just because it looks pretty, but because someone loves it enough to drive it for decades after most of its kin have already disappeared.
And lastly I am grateful for this Ted talk I watched at lunch today. It validated my policy at work of trying not to track my time too closely. You read that right; I try not to track time if I can avoid it. Why? Because my job isn’t fun when I am always watching the clock. It’s best when I can get an idea, chase it down a rabbit hole, and maybe pop back out with a cool new solution or feature for a website; an idea realized that wasn’t a sure thing when I started. I think that works best for me, and I think it works best for my clients, too.
I am grateful there is heated underground bike parking at the Victoria Bay Centre mall, across the street from where I work.
I am grateful, and also a little ashamed, that I’ve found a great trick to defog windows in the minivan. That trick is to turn on both the heat AND the air conditioning at the same time. It offends my environmental and common sensibilities, but holy cuss it works like a hot damn!
I am grateful for Used Victoria, because it makes it easy to get rid of ugly couches, like the one I volunteered to get rid of at the shared office space where I work.
I am grateful that it is a rare occasion I drive to work. Parking is a drag, and I get grumpy when I don’t get a walk or a bike ride in somewhere in the day.
I am grateful that our renovations are starting to actually happen this week. It’s been a long time coming. I am trepidatious about how this, my first experience with a home renovation will go. I’ll feel better when I’m at the destination on this one, but every long journey starts with one step.
I am grateful for some time spent this evening with my boys making paper airplanes from a great paper airplane book from my youth. It is amazing what a great toy a piece of paper can be when you fold it up, and what a few minor adjustments can do to improve a paper airplane’s performance.