My parents.
My siblings, older sister and older brother and slightly annoying twin brother.
My kittehs.
My closest friends, though few and on many days so far from where I am. I miss them, often. Facebook barely helps.
My professional career as a librarian. I get to help people, I get to solve problems, I get to do research and find out new things that I forget five minutes later.
My personal efforts at a writing career. Getting some of my stories out there for others to read. Getting a few decent reviews (would love, of course, to have more...) here and there. I am thankful I got another NaNoWriMo year of getting past 50,000 words on a novel project (that I know I NEED TO FINISH ONE DAY, DAMN ME).
I am thankful we got eight years of an Obama Presidency, as a measuring stick for our nation to see how a President should behave and lead.
Things I am not thankful for:
Watching my country get taken over by Nazis and Klansmen and total bastards, as the number of assaults both verbal and physical go up while the goddamn wingnuts openly give the Nazi salute. I thought we fought a f-cking world war to get rid of these Nazis. I thought we were growing past the race hatreds of the Jim Crow era. I thought we were going to listen to the better angels of our nature. Apparently, I was wrong. Apparently, there are still millions of total bastards among us eager to prove themselves bastards towards Blacks, Latinos, women, gays and transgender, and pretty much people Not Of THEIR Tribe.
And I am sure as hell not thankful the Presidency is going to get taken over by a known con artist, liar, and bankrupt thief like Donald Goddamn Trump. What the hell, America, what the hell.
Even kamikaze turkeys cannot brighten my mood.
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As awful as things are seeming right now, I'm still thankful it's better for me than last year. Last Nov. 22 there was a fire in the awful, awful old foundry building we were living in, and the city turned off the electricity. This was a building with no heat, hot water, shower, or kitchen. The bathroom was forty yards down a corridor. Then the electricity was gone: no lights, no internet. That was last Thanksgiving.
We managed to move out in February, and as far as I know, there still isn't any electricity there. I am so goddamned thankful for my friend John and this nice little house by the freeway, and the adorable cat who keeps us company (and reminds us who the servants are...)
-Doug in Oakland
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