Gratitude day 100

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I am grateful for Coop, who completed his investiture at Beavers tonight, reciting the beaver motto, promise and law from memory in a lovely ceremony the leaders put together. In the photo he’s checking out all the badges. Some go on the uniform, some go on the campfire blanket.

I am grateful that Farley appears to have figured out how to go to bed without screaming and crying. The secret appears to have been having his brother tell him he just wants to sleep, but the noise keeps him up. Coop asked “Can you please go to sleep quietly in your bed, Farley?”

“Okay.” Farley replied. Then he did, 3 nights in a row, so far. I thought we’d tried everything; perhaps I forgot to ask nicely.

I am grateful for this blog. Taking time to be grateful on a daily, regular basis has been life changing for the better, albeit in a small and subtle way. When I started I didn’t know how long I’d keep it up. I didn’t think I’d make it this far, but it turns out I have, and now I am grateful for my own dang gratitude. A little narcissistic to write about that publicly here, but I’m gonna anyway, because it’s my blog, and because it’s true.

Gratitude day 93

I am grateful for small victories. I heard myself say “We did it!”‘to Farley (who was riding on the back of my bike) under my breath at the crest of a small hill. I realized in that moment that saying that at the top of hills is a habit for me. This blog is useful to marking those moments; I am looking for things to be grateful for now. If it wasn’t for the blog, that little victory would slip into the oblivion of forgotten things.

I am grateful for my kids. Coop, who gets as much joy and satisfaction out of putting lego together as anyone gets from anything, and Farley, who likes to sing about great white sharks, and today extended that to start singing about great white crabs.

I am grateful for my desk lamp I bought yesterday, which I bought at a thrift store. Fact is, I probably could have bought something new for the same price, but this one didn’t introduce any more plastic packaging to a landfill, and didn’t cost any more carbon emissions to ship from China. I prefer used things generally. I dislike waste, like anyone else does, but I also respect and enjoy the stories objects can tell, and something new out of the box just doesn’t have much to say about itself.

Gratitude day 85

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I am grateful for air travel. It probably stresses me out more than any other mode of transport, but what, with the onboard wifi and free colouring book and crayons, it sure beats walking.

I am grateful that I was compliant with the dress code at the bar the other night.

I am grateful for triple AAA rating 5 and 2 year old behaviour on the trip back home so far. We’re only 2/3 the way through the first flight, so it could go pear shaped at any moment, but it’s been great this far so I’ll be grateful for that even if it does.

Gratitude day 78

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I’m grateful for the over-the-top, dinner theatre spectacle that was Medieval Times this evening. Totally fun. Who doesn’t love theatrical sword fighting and jousting while eating rotisserie chicken with your hands? What’s not to like!

I am grateful for the photo my mom showed me today of me in the bed I slept in as a kid. Farley now sleeps in that bed, same as his dad, cousins, uncle, grandad, great uncles, great great grandfather and great great uncles. IKEA just doesn’t make kids furniture like that. It’s solid as a rock, and I’d bet it still has several more generations ahead of it.

I am grateful for the amazing view in the hotel room we are staying. We’re on the 15th floor overlooking the Disney California Adventure theme park.

Gratitude day 77

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I am grateful to Tigger, who fully reciprocated a for real hug from Farley

I am grateful to my brother, for a swell trip to Space Mountain and a dang fine pedron margarita.

I am grateful to Julie, who had both my boys while I went on Space Mountain and enjoyed a dang fine margarita with my brother.

I am grateful to my folks, who made this whole trip possible.

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I’m grateful to be on day one of what I think is going to be a stellar vacation. We’re going to DISNEYLAND tomorrow. Cussin’A!

I’m grateful for two boys who had great behaviour through a long, long day, flying from Victoria, through Seattle to Santa Ana. Could have gone sideways, but it didn’t.

I’m grateful for one of the finest steaks I’ve had in a long time.

I’m grateful the wailing kid in the next room isn’t mine. We’ve had our moments through today, but one is sleeping soundly right now and the other will be soon.

Gratitude day 75

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I am grateful for St. Anthony, who is the patron saint of lost things. We’re going on vacation tomorrow, and we had vouchers to get from the airport to the hotel. They went missing. I was convinced they’d gone into the recycling. Julie prayed to St. Anthony, and kept her faith long after I’d lost mine. When she found the vouchers, she asked me pointedly, “Who ya thankin’?”. Here’s the answer, I am thanking St. Anthony. He’s just one of the benefits of marrying an Irish Catholic girl.

I am grateful for the extra hour that comes with the end of daylight savings time. I managed to get a coat of deck stain on the back stairs before 10:30am. Awesome!

I am thankful for a terrific birthday party today, with “build your own snowman” kits as goodie bags. The boys LOVED THEM, and they had a great time at the party, too!

Gratitude day 74

I am grateful for my piano. For music in general. Learning how to play a new instrument specifically. Mastery feels best when you haven’t yet mastered it, but instead are able to feel a bit better at it when you stand up after playing then when you sat down to start.

I am grateful for a visit from a client from Vancouver, taking time out of her family’s schedule to meet face to face after completing two projects with me where we’ve only ever communicated by email or phone. Side note, if you ever need a smart and agile marketing guru, get in touch with Ivana at Mint Marketing Works, and dig that finely programmed website when you do.

And I am grateful for Farley, who sleeps soundly now but spent much of the day running at top speed in, out, and around the house wearing nothing but a cape, underwear, and rubber boots. What more do you need?