Sunday Scribblings Grateful

Pepper and the babysitter she has as a child. There is a fifteen year age difference. They're great friends. Selina and hubby came for dinner and brought us a gigantic poinsettia, we had so many laughs over how big it is. Beautiful to say the least....it takes up a large part of the room!!

I always wanted Pepper to marry a guy just like Selina's man! She did!
The four of them hamming it up for the camera!

It matches lovely with the table I painted a while back! Now if only I could keep it alive.

Where are my dear friends plant goddess, garden gnome lover, and nature nanny? Feeling Christmasy yet with all this red and green?

There’s not a day that I don’t wake up absolutely grateful. So when I saw this Sunday Scribbling prompt I was excited.

Sure there are days when my knee is in pain, my energy is extremely low, or some other annoyance get me down. Like last year just before Christmas when my car broke down and was in disrepair for six months or when the pipes in my kitchen sink backed up or when I used the top compartment freezer as a fridge for almost a year. Sure I have gone a few years without a dishwasher; I’ve been through several cancer deaths, loss of a career, a debilitating illness and a nasty divorce. Still every single day I feel ever grateful for what I do have. A wonderful family and friends I thoroughly connect with on an intimate level, food on the table,things to keep me stimulated and a really nice roof over my head. Honestly I have so much goodness in my life; I have everything to be grateful. But if I happened upon a moment of discontent, I can turn on a television station, see children sick or starving, and I'm snapped right back to reality.

I’ve learned you can have everything and actually have nothing. I really had a deluxe life for years. I worked hard and played hard, I was super mom, and extraordinary wife. I was all, did all, for everyone. There were days I woke up at five A.M. showered, rushed off to turbo wash my car, vacuum the inside, drive half hour to work for a seven o’clock shift. That’s pretty much a metaphor for my life back then.

Now I am more like Pa Kettle….if anyone is old enough to remember those humorous movie gems. Slow going to say the least, instead of using energy to worry, I use it to create things. Instead of keeping my car clean weekly, I try to get my Sunday scribblings done! Yes I was really grateful back then…. But the true sign of being grateful is seeing all the wonderment and joy in life despite the upsets. I think I do that rather well! Of course I do it with the love and support of friends and family!