30 May 2026
Grateful I still have my memory to wish my sister a Happy Birthday by texting her a Jim Carrey gif.
Grateful my family is not grumpy or surprised that I sent the Jim Carrey GIF--of him dancing in thule skirt on a lawn in Ace Ventura -- in a thread including my sister, not just to my sister.
Grateful for Eric and Stephanie who also love me regardless of my challenged texting acuity. For someone who writes most of their life, I cannot manage to spell words via text. Or build congnizant sentences. Voice to text somehow made it worse.
Grateful that my job allows me to overpay for minimal insurance.
Grateful I had $60 in my checking account to pay at Urgent Care because my dog bit me. I'm fine--he got his weird curvy talon stuck in a floor grate while jumping striaght into the air as He Always Does as I opened the door, and landed, getting his talon stuck --which is new, he's never done that before--- and panicked. He bit me while I was liberating said talon. He looked so scared, and I could have taken a second to get a towel to wrap around his head, but I didn't. I just whipped in and yanked his claw out. He barely got me, but it's still a dog bite and I am 60. So.
Grateful Kaiser only lightly harasses me about my outstanding balance for specialists within Kaiser that I'm still mad I have to pay extra for and allows me to be seen regardless. I've had The Other Kind Of Insurance that will not allow you to see a doctor until your past bill is paid. And I did not riot in the streets. Sigh.
Grateful Marty had his updated rabies shot. I can't remember the name of the movie with people trapped in hotel and they all had rabies. That's where my brain went.
Grateful the vet tech looked up Marty's records when I called because Do Not Ask Me where his collar or tags are.
Grateful for "walking tai chi" and "chair yoga". My knee isn't "bad enough to have surgery" because I can still use it. Grateful for western medicine and Kaiser again who won't operate until it's gone too far and do not believe in preventative medicine. Excellent philosophy. Also sarcasm. Not Grateful.
Grateful for Kris and Megan who still talk to me after forty years of friendship.
Grateful our employment can at least help our children out financially when they need it. "At least we have the house"---which we don't, really, the bank still owns it--is our morning mantra.
Grateful for a husband who has stuck around through All Of It, and is still here.
Grateful for the mighty G and H who are beautiful, strong, independent and kind. How am I so lucky to have such marvelous offspring?
Grateful I can "touch grass" when picking up my doggos poop. I use a bag, weirdos, I'm not scooping with my palm. I know you know that, but sometimes I worry.
Grateful that I can write these mangled but positive blogs while the dumpster fire burns merrily in my country.
Grateful "Unfriend" is easier than not answering the phone when it rings, and panic attacks at the grocery store and concern they know where I work and might show up. I have no memory of "unfriending" more than a handful of people in the past, but I remember the anxiety- worried that I had hurt someone's feelings. White, female and 60=raised by guilt. Be Nice to other people, don't make them uncomfortable...blah blah blah. Yet I still "have" a mohawk and enter a room like Bette Midler. Insides do not match outsides, Blog "Inside/Outside" on 5 April.
Grateful for my coffee this morning, the coffee maker, Marty whining at my feet for another ttreat, the kitty peeking up the stairs,fat muppet Indie panting, Togo eating her breakfast, Sock screaming at Jim to be placed back on her heating pad, the sunshine. Morning. Sore arms--dog bite and tetnus shot--but still here. I'm still here. Anyone else hear Elaine Stritch?
Grateful for the first day of summer "break". I start pony school on the 8th of June. Expect blog and FB pony spam.
I find this to be good for my mental health. You don't have to read it, but you do. And I am GRATEFUL.
Good morning.
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