27.1 updated from saturday, august 23, 2008, for thanksgiving 2008
27.0 Counting my Blessings
Today, while sitting in Caribou Coffee in Minneapolis, I began to enumerate my blessings. (One of them must be that young people in cities with no family to go home to will staff a coffee shop on a holiday.)
1. A razor-sharp, intelligent, beautiful woman loves me.
1a. She also tolerates my habits (comic collections, action figures, etc.)
1b. She shares a few of those habits. (She should watch Dr. Who, though.)
2. My mother has completed chemotherapy and is responding well to radiation therapy.
3. I have a job that I love.
3a. It's not a job in a deathly oppressive environment (see UWRF).
3b. My colleagues are at minimal encouraging, friendly and often downright supportive.
3c. My institution supports my work.
3d. I was able to spend this month in England working, recharging and researching on the University dime.
3e. The job allows me the flexibility, in terms of time, to prioritize marriage, friends and family while still succeeding.
3f. It's what I've wanted to do since I was 13 -- teach!
4. I have an immense collection of objects that reflect my interests.
4a. While I don't want to be materialist, I have both an intellectual's library and a comic fan's dream, all in my little apartment.
5. I get to travel.
5a. This includes big trips, to England and over break to Boston; small trips to conferences, and quick trips to see family and friends.
6. Luck, blessings, and education have made this all possible, in ways that my economic status by birth would never have been possible.
6a. My grandfather would not even call what I do "work."
6b. My grandfathers, grandmothers and mother sacrificed to make the education possible.
6c. That, a little elbow grease, and a lot of luck worked together to give Kate and me a great life.
7. I also have a network of personal, professional, and casual friends who totally support me, who share my interests, and who spark my imagination.
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