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“If any monster could Riverdance, it would be zombies.” –Craig Ferguson
I was talking the other day with one of the five dear people who read this blog, and she suggested that perhaps I wasn’t showing gratitude for the proper things. “Things that matter,” she said, “like family and friends and good health.” The sort of things that would put me in first place in a race for blogging mediocrity, I suppose.
It’s not that I’m not grateful for those things…of course I am. And perhaps when I’ve somehow misplaced my sense of humor or inadvertently had June Cleaver shoved up my butt, I’ll express just how very much those things mean to me. But, for me, the point of this exercise was to recognize and appreciate those random “little things” that bring so much joy in my life and inspire a genuine feeling of gratitude. And on some days, I am genuinely joyous and grateful for doughnuts.
Indeed. I am utterly grateful for a righteous little place called Peace, Love & Little Donuts. One, because doughnuts, am I right? But mostly because these groovy little bites of hippie Heaven are decked out right in front of you with toppings like maple-bacon, strawberry shortcake and apple pie. Even the frosted and sugared varieties are pretty far out. I took Little Man there yesterday for an after-school snack (mine, not his). It is unfortunate for him that I am stronger and faster when it comes to doughnut-grabbing.
I am also sincerely grateful that I haven’t encountered any zombies. Well…not yet, anyway. I was on the CDC website the other day looking up information about Ebola because of Elisabeth Hasselback’s halfwitted suggestion that we all ought to be panicking about it because “it’s here,” when I saw a page dedicated to preparing for a zombie apocalypse. What?? We went from swine flu to zombies? What amount of hand-washing prevents zombies? Mind you, when I was growing up, the thought of zombies didn’t bother me at all. I mean they were really slow-and kind of stupid-so they weren’t scary unless you somehow found yourself smack dab in the middle of about 100 of them, or were unable to walk. But according to movies like 28 Days Later and World War Z, now they’re supercharged and will hunt you down and eat your face. So I am really grateful that I haven’t seen any zombies.
Hey, maybe if we give the zombies some Peace, Love & Little Donuts…? No?
Finally, today I am profoundly grateful for people who “get the joke,” and who understand why it needs to be told. And for those who can laugh when you’re the subject of it…bless you.
So, dear readers…what are you grateful for? © Racheal Lee Bradford