Thankful Thursday | January watermelon

Have you ever pickled the rinds? That’s our plan for this summer!

Hopefully your CPA doesn’t bill for those calls. Mine does and adds it onto my tax bill in April.

My husband is an accountant and I am similarly turned off by his work! I cannot imagine doing that type of job, but I am so grateful there are other people who are good at it and find it interesting.

I am grateful for SNOW! We are in Wisconsin and this year and last year have been very dry and no fluffy white stuff. But the last three days it has snowed and we have been sledding and playing and taking advantage of the weather.

I am thankful for our warm cozy house on snowy cold days.

I am thankful for podcasts. It is such a neat way of absorbing information and can be done while you fold laundry or make supper and has such a variety of helpful info.

I am thankful my son is doing well in swim lessons. We had stopped doing them over a year ago because he just wouldn’t pay attention and focus and actually make an effort to do the strokes, so we were wasting time and money. We started back up and he is doing great and is motivated and will probably get to move up a level. I am breathing a huge sigh of relief because swimming is something we all have to learn to be safe!

Congratulations to Lisey. Enjoy your time off. Thankful for my new handmade coffee cup and candlestick holder. My coworker does pottery and was cleaning out old stock. I was not at work when she brought the items in; but one of my coworkers put 2 pieces aside for me. I just love her work and her colors. I want to figure out a way to use the base for an electric candle. Children's rooms in libraries. After 2 days of rain, our grounds are muddy and there are puddles here and there. I had told my grandson we would use the library on days that we could not be outdoors. Today was that type of day. Time to whittle down club papers. I reduced 3 expanding folders down to one and that will go to my friend, who is dealing with the history of the club. 6 years worth of minutes and newsletters and a bag of rubbish. I saved a chicken from a hawk yesterday. My daughter let the chickens out because the dog was not home. I saw chickens running so I went out. The hawk had one trapped. I picked up the poor chicken and hugged it. It was not harmed physically.

Thankful that: 1. This week my youngest sister survived having a huge part of her colon removed without getting a colostomy bag. 2. My brother, who is often thoughtless and self-absorbed, responded to my sister's surgery by calling her every day, sending flowers and offering to drive down and help care for her. She was so thrilled with this unusual burst of his attention. 3. Pound hound saw a raven and jumped out of the moving vehicle to chase it. We opened the window because pound hound farted and we were about to be asphyxiated, so even though it was 11 below zero it seemed like an okay thing to do. He ended up standing in the middle of the road, terrified by traffic and barking like a maniac. We finally managed to circle around and get him but I was sure he would get run over before we reached him. Thankful he survived. The raven was probably in a nearby tree laughing at the dog. 4. I found another cache of letters my father wrote to me when I was about 12 and in boarding school. He was 17 when I was born so would have been about 29 at the time. Of course at that age I didn't realize how young he was; by then he had endured one son dying of the birth defect I have, plus another kid added to the family. As if spending part of his youth laboring in Nazi camps and then displaced person camps in Germany were not enough anguish for one lifetime. In his letters he sounds old and weary... 5. The husband, always the husband, who had to spend several days listening to my memories of my father, triggered by the letters.