Let never day nor night unhallowed pass but still remember what the Lord hath done. ~King Henry the Sixth, Part II (King Henry at II, i)

Okay—so Tryptophan Coma Day has come and gone, and Shop til You Drop Day is past….   Now it’s time to really assess what I should be thankful for:

Well, I’m probably heavier than I was this time last year, but I’m not at the danger zone.     And I might actually be able to swing the monthly cost of a membership at Planet Fitness.

I still limp a bit on certain days, but I can take a walk around the parking lot during my lunch break now.     Baby steps….

I have a job—and the company is thriving to boot.      It’s not my dream gig, but I spend 40 hours a week with some really awesome people.

‘Taint fancy or brand spankin’ new.     But I have a car manufactured in this decade that will change gears (and automatically too, so my poor knee is very thankful).

I’m in a lovely apartment with lots of room—and a dishwasher!     Laundry facilities are only a half a flight down and I can see the outside world from my windows.

I’m getting to see a lot of great theatre for free as a reviewer for an area theatrical website.

I can be a pain in the ass sometimes, but all of my friends still like me anyway.

My kids and grandson are all happy and healthy.    Matt was very enthusiastic about school this year—he’s liking the apartment he’s living in and the classes he’s taking.

My mom is in amazing shape for almost 88 years old.     We’ve had a couple of health scares, but she seems to be doing great these days.  

And we are getting along quite well too.     It’s an adjustment for each of us, since we’ve both lived alone for so many years, but we’re doing it with humor.

So, all in all, 2010 has been a year of big changes.     But it’s all been for the better and I;m in a pretty good place right now.

Of course, being Irish, I’m waiting for the shit to hit the fan…..

A kind Of excellent dumb discourse. -The Tempest. Act iii. Sc. 3.

It’s Thanksgiving….. And we’re supposed to say what we’re thankful for….

I guess I want to say thanks for all of the events in my life that have given me funny stories to tell: [How about this= I’ll tell you the events, you tell me which stories you want to hear.]


My mother letting my then 13 year old brother stay home from school because he said he’d had a heart attack. “ I gotta give it to him on originality.”

Passing by a community theatre in Ireland and seeing they were doing a production of “Oklahoma.” I sang the score with an Irish brogue for the rest of the day.

My teenage son implying I was the family maid when I dropped him off at a party in my beat up car.

The hall where I was supposed to have my wedding reception burning down 5 days before the wedding. [Yeah, I actually got a funny story out of that.]

My grandson calling it the “stupid market” when he was 3.

The Pakistani guy who was selling velvet paintings outside the Pompidou Center –and who tried to pick me up.

My son hiding a very healthy marijuana plant in his closet. [Of course, I never told him about the one his father and I had in our first apartment.]

My mother-in-law wondering, regarding the Jewish portion of our niece’s wedding, if the men will have to wear “those little manures” on their heads.

My exterminator coming to see me in a play—in full clown costume!

Scoring my son’s friend on the total B.S. story he’d told his mother over the phone as to why he wasn’t home from school yet.


There are many more, but these came to mind the quickest. Yep—it’s been an interesting ride so far. What are your stories?