One Thing to be Grateful for Each Day

I'm grateful I got up today even though I didn't want to. Even though it's tough knowing 2 friends are having health problems, if I wasn't here today, I wouldn't know and be able to offer help when I can. I'm grateful my long time friend let me know about this guy I care about very much.

I'm grateful I started getting garbage out of the car, and that we finally got a lot of rain, the grass was dying and yellow.

I almost got hit in my car today, the person honked long... I think it was my fault, I really don't remember seeing this car I pulled out in front of, but I know I did it in time not to have that car hit me. It could have been a tired person from a long day of work thinking I pulled out when I shouldn't have, I looked in the rear view as he honked, I don't think he was that close to me.

I did thank an angel for keeping me from getting hit after that, and I refer to God as Father now. He has many titles, so I think Father suits God well. I don't forget Jesus, and I don't see what's wrong with mentioning him in my prayer and asking in His name, and thanking him too. If I say I don't know about my faith, I'm struggling with parts of it that don't make sense right now, but i hope someday they will.

Grateful that a fight didn't break out between me and my daughter over the new rule, no clothes left in the laundry room. Sounds severe but baskets would stay there for days.

That doesn’t sound severe to me at all. It’s a good rule for a number of reasons, but I think the most important are safety and health related. If the laundry is dirty and it’s just sitting there, then bacteria can grow unchecked and the clothes could be ruined, or at least not last as long. If any of those bacteria happen to be infectious, then it would be a health risk.

We can prove that bacterial growth is happening by odor. The reason dirty laundry smells bad is because of microorganisms that thrive on our sweat, and with a long term home, the population explodes and that’s why the clothes smell worse the longer they sit.

Aside from that, it’s a tripping hazard unless it’s piled in the corner. Even if the clothing being left around is clean, having it sitting unfolded is probably going to end up creasing the fabric, which shortens the life of the garment, whether or not the aesthetic of rumpled clothes is acceptable to one.

Either that, or I might be a little crazy about this. I prefer the term, “fastidious,” but I do have to be mindful that most people are not as careful with details.

for my wife who is always there for me and helps me through very hard times

mike

Thankful that I have a beginner level ability to step back from my symptoms and ask if it is really true that I’m as hopeless as I feel. Sometimes it works.

my son. he always helps me maintain my 64 dodge. we made a decision to keep it at his house when i'm not using it so he can work on it and share it as well. i could never afford to keep her without him doing most of the work

mike

The air conditioning at the house.

I’m jealous. My relationship with my father was not good, but I have loved cars since the first time I looked under a hood. Something about the complexity called out to me and I thought it was beautiful. That’s probably not the way I would have said it when I was 6, but I thought I had a good impression of the sound of a corvette shifting gears worked out, lol 😆.

The point being that it sounds beautiful that the two of you can bond over your classic car.

Grateful for being able to relax a little and notice that I don’t turn into a lazy slob. I think I am more productive today than I have been while I was pushing myself to do everything. Accepting my limitations is not slacking. It’s self compassion.

Getting some sun, good coffee and not being dead.

thanks, he was born with cars in his blood. he did his first oil change at 8 years old and his first complete tuneup around 11 which is harder because of ignition points

mike....

i'm grateful for being able to always bounce back

mike

though they don't last for long I'm grateful for the times when there's less sadness

Friends

Well, I can relate. Around the time I was learning to drive, somehow one of my siblings obtained a '68 Ford Futura. For fellow readers who may not know the nature of that particular model, it was a BEAST. 3 on the tree shifter and if you sneeze on the accelerator you're going 45MPH before you even clear the intersection. I loved that thing. I also basically put it through it's paces (FWIW I got it up to 80 in 2nd gear) when I was supposed to be practicing for my driving exam. The work of art was sold shortly thereafter and I was not allowed to drive it again. I am still sad about that, but I remember working on it and it was awesome.

I am sort of keeping my ear to the ground on whether I can find someone who has room and a set of tools where I could get an old Miata and turn it into a project car. They are prized by safety-conscious people, such as myself, because they are very easy to modify, and they are so friggin light that you get the HP up to 200 and you have basically a rocket on wheels.

I'm grateful for fun convos abt muscle cars!

Very grateful for the local food truck.

Grateful that I don’t work the early morning and night shift.

i am so grateful to have a close family. if one of us has a problem we all do. we always help each other

mike....

Locally made ice cream!