One song says to “Count Your Blessings, Name Them One By One.”
Anytime is a good time to do that, but Thanksgiving is the time we set aside to be thankful for how we have been blessed in the past year.
I’m thankful for cornbread dressing, not stuffing. But I am equally thankful folks who like stuffing can enjoy it on Thanksgiving.
I’m thankful for green beans cooked until they are mushy and tender. I am not thankful for rubbery chewy green beans in any form.
I’m thankful for families who hold hands and pray on Thanksgiving. I am not thankful for people who turn a blessing into an editorial comment.
I am thankful for 1,345,236 people who joined me Nov. 4. That’s all I’m going to say about that.
I’m thankful I went to see Harry Adams when he was vibrant and healthy. I’m thankful he was a person of faith when he went to heaven last week.
I’m also thankful for Virginia Hall, who finished her 91-year portion of the race last week. She had a way of grabbing your face and giving you a little “sugar” that I will miss.
I’m thankful for the memory of my stepdog, Buttons Jennifer Hulsey Blackwood. She was not a Blackwood to begin with, but she grew on me and I allowed her to take my name. She was somewhere near 119 in dog years and was blind and deaf. If dogs go to heaven, I hope she doesn’t bark at Mr. Harry or Miss Virginia. They’ll know she’s a Blackwood and will give me a hard time, should I make it to heaven.
I’m thankful for cute children who happen to be polite. I’m thankful for kids who call me Mr. Harris.
I’m thankful Mr. Ed Eckles told me people who are 20 years older than you should be called Mr. or Mrs. I would be thankful if more people played by that rule.
I’m thankful for my preacher, who fills my spiritual cup every Sunday. Once, I listened to him via the Internet at the beach. If the ocean ever moves all the way to Gainesville, I hope we have services outside on the beach.
I’m thankful for people who believe as I do that there is no such thing as a Macy’s great tree or a Macy’s Pink Pig. I’m thankful for people who smile when you mention Rich’s.
I’m thankful for my baby girl, who is now 24. Sometimes, I hear my words and, occasionally, my corny jokes coming out of her. It makes me smile.
I’m thankful for my car pool guys, who tolerate my long, tedious, please-let-them-end-soon stories. I’m somewhat thankful they also have started to tell me when I am in reruns.
I’m thankful for people who work to keep us safe. I’m thankful I can call many of them friends.
I’m thankful for people who tell you they love you and mean it. I’m thankful for friends who you know you could call in the middle of the night. I’m thankful for those who know I’m that kind of friend.
I’m especially thankful to the people who write or tell me in person my weekly words have made them laugh, cry or remember. I’m thankful that I just got to do that again.
Harris Blackwood is a Gainesville resident whose columns appear on the Sunday Life page and on gainesvilletimes.com/harris.