By way of wrapping things up and putting a bow on them, here are the final ten (of thirty) things for which I am feeling especially thankful, at this time...
21. Spam emails. Job offers from moystTV (ew) and A8C73 E7f19359DE260a. Other offers from [random letters, numbers, spaces, underscores, dashes, and other punctuation] - like "G.UC.C.I WATCHES AT CHEAP PRiCE," or "Sale: CANADIAN MEDICINE SHOP EXCLUSIVE MALL." That last one was addressed to "Joe san." ((bow))
22. Covers, which here means the 18 different renditions of "Tomorrow Never Knows" currently residing on my old-school iPod - or maybe the 9 versions I have of "In The Year 2525." As long as your mind's ears remain open, these things are wonders.
23. Right Turn On Red. Sadly, I remember when this was new. Can you imagine having to sit there, watching no cars go by, unable to make your turn simply because of the color of the traffic light? Horrors! Bonus points for those who remember that, early on, the sign also said "After Stop." Hahahaha... After WHAT?? That's priceless!
24. Beth Greene. I know she wasn't real. I also know that she wasn't necessarily the best-acted (or even best-written) character on television, but I'll miss her, just the same. She was part of the family - "her beauty and her innocence a credit to the South." There's a hole in our hearts tonight, young lady.
25. The martini. It is truly an acquired taste, and I've acquired it. Also, SO easy to make, but so hard to make well, but I'm gradually acquiring that skill, as well.
|Bombay Sapphire, straight-up, twist, very cold.|
27. Movie Day. [Maris] picks 'em, we both watch 'em. Sometimes, there are drinking movies, like "A Million Ways To Die In The West," or "Phil The Alien." Sometimes, chick flicks. Loud blockbuster stuff. Indy stuff. Themes, like 80s night, or comic book adaptations, or spy night, or Mad Max day. Even when it's bad, it's good.
28. Self checkout. Not really. On the one hand, I adore being able to procure my Mexican Coke, Kickstart, and Funyons without interacting with another human. On the other hand, I loathe the notion that I'm being conditioned to like doing the grocery store's work for them, and I don't like the stress induced by the slightest delay that results from any misstep on my part, or digital faux pas on the part of the hardware. Yes, I know these aren't bananas. I hit the wrong touch-screen button, and there's simply no explaining that to the machine...
29. Wormholes. The only way back, for [M] and me. We will never give up our search. We know you're here, somewhere, you portal through space and time...
30. Finishing. I do it so rarely. I start and I start and I start again, but to finish... What a rush that must be. I'm thankful, dear reader(s), for the finishing of this year's thankfulness list. Oh, and for this:
|(it's technically not at all finished, but maybe - someday...)|
So. There it is. For another year, at least. I've got more. Come with me...
This one, as they so often do, comes as an admittedly jury-rigged response to the Studio 30-Plus writing prompt. This prompt, "Something Was Missing," belongs to the gifted Nonamedufus, and his post Never Had A Chance. Check him out. He may not have a name, but he writes. Fun ensues.