Thanksgiving Wishes

Every Thanksgiving (or nearly every Thanksgiving) for more than 5 years rather than being generic, I sit down and write a poem of sorts, a stream-of-consciousness writing that expresses all the things for which I am thankful. Some serious, some light-hearted... all true. Some of you know it's been a tough year, but I'm thankful to be here alive (mostly), healthy (partly), and happy (generally).

Here it goes for 2007...

Thankful am I for friends helping me through the holidays,
and I am thankful for sweet tea and chips made by Lays.
For discovering the strength of Leggs pantyhose,
for finding out how distance affect friendships with those you know.

For relationships, while no longer rooted in love;
still strong enough to conquer distance and things that are tough.
For finding the strength to step out on my own,
for not being foolish enough to think I wouldn't feel alone.

For one-dollar Lipton pasta sides,
for tuna fish salad, and antioxides,
for rum and vodka, but not mixed together
For jersey shirts and pillows with goose feathers.

For friendships whose intent varies often,
for learning that caring for one, their blows do not soften.
For old dogs and kittens, for squirrels and the wind,
For being too sensitive, it's a curse and a gift.

For finding I can budget, if only for a few weeks,
To finding that it's okay if my heart has a few leaks.
To missing old friends, and yet somehow making some new,
And wishing goodbye to a few old ones, too.

For dumb movies and small larceny and dancing and games,
for karaoke and pizza and bad horror flicks that are lame,
for being pretty and singing, for laughing and smiling
for tears and happiness, and sometimes a little crying.

For family that cares, both biological and chosen,
I'm thankful that into my life all of you were woven.

Happiest Thanksgiving Wishes 2007

Not Too Late... is it?

Current mood: melancholy

"Not Too Late" - Norah Jones

Tell me how you've been,
Tell what you've seen,
Tell me that you'd like to see me too.

'cause my heart is full of no blood,
My cup is full of no love,
Couldn't take another sip even if I wanted.

But it's not too late,
Not too late for love.

My lungs are out of air,
Yours are holding smoke,
And it's been like that for so long.

I've seen people try to change,
And I know it isn't easy,
But nothin' worth the time ever is.

And it's not too late,
It's not too late for love,
For love,
For love,
For love.

Currently listening :
Not Too Late
By Norah Jones
Release date: 30 January, 2007