The Minnesota Farm Woman

This is the time of year that social media is abuzz with everyone posting their daily “I am thankful for my incredibly awesome and intelligent children and scrumpdillyicious hubby who always bring sunshine to my day….” I added a few of my own, but suddenly and surprisingly was at a loss for words. It seemed that I was just writing by rote and repeating the same stuff that I was thankful for last year, for which I am, of course, thankful for again. I decided to give this year’s thankfulness list a little thought.  I am thankful for my husband, who would NOT want to be called scrumpdillyicious  but is really good at gathering wood and keeping the home fires going without complaint.  I don’t know if he has just given up on me or knows that if I start the fire, he will have to restart it anyway.  I am thankful for our military, past and present, who not only keep us safe, but protect the innocent in countries that are not as peaceful as ours. The same thankfulness goes to the hospital, ambulance, police and fire personnel who will be working overtime during the holiday season.  I have done my share of holiday shifts in the hospital, and although we always tried to make the best of it, most  would have rather been somewhere else.  A special thanks goes out to those of you who volunteer for the holiday shifts so others can be with their families.  I am thankful for my mom, who at age 88 doesn’t cook much anymore, but can still supervise the peeling of the celery or the mashing of the potatoes from her chair. She manages to keep her great sense of humor despite all the rotten tomatoes that old age throws at her. I am thankful for my sister, who without complaint washes piles of dishes in my kitchen sink every holiday, and although I know she wishes we would get a dishwasher, never says it aloud.  I am thankful for my church. I used to be one of those people who thought she could be religious without attending services, and I still think you can, but to worship, sing, and pray with a group of people brings it to another level and gives me a sense of serenity  and contentment that I never had before.  I am thankful for my incredibly awesome and intelligent daughter and son-in-law, who gave us a beautiful grandson.  Grandparenthood is everything I thought it would be and more.  Baby Max really is scrumpdillyicious! I am thankful to Becky at the Western Itasca Review who agreed to print a few stories from a wannabe whose New Year’s resolution a few years ago was to write more.  Having a deadline to meet makes me take the time to think and to get the words down.  For some magical reason, the haphazard first draft of random thoughts somehow turns into a story.  I am so thankful for all of you who read The Minnesota Farm Woman every week.  I appreciate your kind comments and the stories you have shared with me.  It keeps an old Farm Woman writing, which in turn, keeps me from the drudgery of household  chores.  For that gift, I am scrumpdilliciously and eternally thankful.