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Happy Thanksgiving

It is Thanksgiving today. Fucking Yea!

I was told many years ago that when I feel down, just this side of suicidal, I should sit down and remember the things I should be  thankful for. My sister, who is magnitudes smarter than me, seemed to think that remembering the positives in life would help to alleviate my out look. Maybe elevate is a better word here. 

Well, I am in a shit mood and will try and follow her advice now.

I can't really find anything to be Thankful for right now. At least anything positive. Let me list the things that are important to me:

1.   My beautiful Daughter, the Runtyun.
2.   My parents.
3.   My desire to be a well compensated writer.
4.   My camera and desire to be a well compensated photographer.
5.   My ability to spell, this goes with #3.
6.   Beer.
7.   My job, I guess.

Of all of these wonderful things Beer is he only one that I can really predict. And THAT sounds like an addict to me.

So lets count down these seven things.

I love my daughter, she is the one anchor in my life that can really bring me back from the depth of my world. When she was younger I was the architect of her future. The building seems to be falling down now. I put the screws in the wrong places, the infrastructure was not adequate enough for the building. The foundation I tried to build is crumbling and her life may be as fucked up as mine. It is my fault. Her outlook and impressions in life are the ones I imposed on her and they are wrong. Yet, right now she helps me to find a smile. I'm Thankful for that
They are getting old and will not be around soon. I will not be able to rely on them, their wisdom and love soon. When that happens...life will REALLY suck. Though they are getting a little old, their love and guidance are a profound influence in my life. I'm Thankful for that.
Though I write often, it seems flat. I can make my point, but people do not seem to become enthusiastic. It seems 2 dimensional in  a 3 dimensional world. I may be able to, make my point when writing, I fear though this is not the case.  Even though I will never be a great writer, the act of writing has a powerful effect on me. I'm Thankful for that.
Writing and photography go hand in hand here. I can take a nice picture, but nothing spectacular. Maybe with practice... Ansel Adams I will never be, nor will I make the cover of The Nation Inquirer, I can use of my meagre talent to create pictures that a few enjoy. I'm Thankful for that. 
Spelling! I'm Thankful for Spell check.
Now beer. Ah beer. On this, I could wax elegant, or at least convince my drunken self it was. It costs soo much, but tastes so good, yet is not really so good for me. However, if I control myself, sometimes the effect of it can help to ease the stress of the past day. I'm Thankful for that
And I'm not gonna talk about work. You, my fine reader, should be Thankful for that!

Happy thanksgiving everyone!

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