This is the time of year when we are constantly reminded to be thankful for what we have.
To appreciate the blessings which God, the Universe, or random chance — choose which ever applies to you — has bestowed upon you.
It’s the time of year where people use the word “bestowed.”
It’s also a time where we are chided, by the powers that be, for being grateful during only this period of the year when we are reminded that we are supposed to be grateful.
The powers that be make no judgement on our abandonment of the word “bestowed” during much of the year.
And it’s not that I don’t have a great deal to be thankful for. I do.
It’s just that we always take this time to be thankful for the same things.
We’re thankful for our health, if we have it, we’re thankful for our jobs, for our families, for the laughter of children and the beauty of butterflies. I want to express my gratitude for the simpler, more mundane things.
Like, I’m thankful that the Dallas Cowboys are once again perfectly mediocre.
If they were really good, and then lost on Thanksgiving, then it would ruin the day.
If they were horrible, then I would have lost interest already and not cared about the Thanksgiving game.
This is the perfect level of investment. I know they could win or lose and approach it with minimal expectations.
I’m thankful that I’m estranged from the more unhinged part of my family. That means the mealtime discussion won’t revolve around whether dinosaurs really existed or whether the international monetary system is governed by a race of subterranean lizard people.
They did, and it is not, for the record.
I’m thankful that on Friday I’ll be able to listen to holiday music without reproach, from within or without.
I’m thankful for Seguin’s new H-E-B because it’s really nice, even if my eye still recoils at its alignment after years of seeing it the old way.
I’m thankful for those little metal things that make the collars stay up when I’m wearing button-up shirts.
I’m thankful for Quick Taco and Whataburger being right next to each other so that morning’s when I leave the house without eating is like a Breakfast Choose Your Own Adventure.
I’m thankful that most of the responses to my column on racism were both thoughtful and kind.
Most of all, as we prepare to embrace Christmas, I’m thankful that white LED Christmas Lights aren’t that awful shade of blue anymore.