I Can Still Be

Roary Is Thankful He Has Four Legs

Yeah… 2020 has been a rough year.  I’m not going to deny it.  However, I’m not going to forget to be thankful on Thanksgiving Day.

Before you sniff and say “What does she know about rough years?” let me say that 2020 was far from an easy year for me and Jim.  We lost two of our cats. Yes.  Kwahe’e was elderly, but that didn’t make it any easier when, the day after my birthday, I sat with my hand on his flank while he breathed his last.  And Kel…  As those of you who read my Acknowledgements to Wolf’s Soul know, her death was sudden and shocking.  Given that she’d been my writing companion, who perched on my desk as I wrote, I felt—still feel—her absence every day.

Jim was hospitalized twice this year.  Once suddenly, when a cryptic UT infection got bad enough to not only cause high fevers and other issues, but to put him at risk of a heart attack.  The other time was for knee replacement two months ago.  He’s still working hard on recovery, which has definitely complicated our lives on all sorts of levels.

As those of you who read my post last week already know, I also lost my long-time agent and dear friend.

I’ll stop there with the negatives, though, like most of us, I could keep on listing.  My point is, despite these personal sorrows, as well as the stresses I’ve shared with the rest of the world during this year of pandemic, I can find much to be grateful for.

As always, I’m going to start with the basics: being able to walk, talk, read, write.  Having access to medical care for myself and my pets.  Having a roof over my head, as well as a good husband and pets to share it with.  Having a garden to tend, even if sometimes the weather this year made me wonder if I would get any harvest.

The professional victories, like getting Wolf’s Soul out to my readers.  Like finishing my draft of the next Star Kingdom (aka treecat books aka Stephanie Harrington books) and getting the manuscript to David Weber.  Like writing a few more short stories.

The little joys, like how well Roary the kitten (who we took in as a medical foster) has recovered from injuries so severe that his initial medical evaluation recommended his left rear leg be amputated.  Like how shy Mei-Ling has gotten a little braver.  That Persephone likes them both.  That guinea pigs Coco and Dandy are besties. That my gamers have made it possible for us to continue to game via Zoom.

And as I bustle around tomorrow, cooking a meal I’ll only be able to share with friends by packaging up their portions and setting the containers out for them to pick up, I’ll be grateful to be able to cook and to have people I want to share with.

It’s hard, very hard, to find things to be thankful for when the sorrows, the losses, and the changes are much easier to remember and our current climate seems to be one of complaint.  Nonetheless, I’m determined to be thankful.


2 Responses to “I Can Still Be”

  1. King Ben's Grandma Says:

    Finding joy in all the small things is what helps me fight the big bad things. Happy Thanksgiving!🦃

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