I don’t normally take much notice of Thanksgiving celebrations in New Zealand because I know so few of the Americans who reside here. However, yesterday, I happened to be having one of my rare TV watching moments and I saw an item on a Thanksgiving Dinner at the Downtown Community Ministry in Wellington. The Dinner was sponsored by the US Embassy to New Zealand and 300 meals were served, with the help of Embassy staff and their families. The diners, most of them New Zealanders, seemed to be thoroughly enjoying a traditional Thanksgiving Dinner…..and who wouldn’t enjoy turkey and cranberry sauce and pecan pie and all the trimmings? I have very happy and delicious memories of Thanksgiving Dinners in New York and also with American friends in Cairo and Zambia…. but back to the US Embassy to New Zealand, or more precisely the US Ambassador to New Zealand and Samoa, David Huebner. I was charmed by his Thanksgiving spirit and his modern approach to the age-old craft of diplomacy. ( He even has a blog! )
In fact, I was not only charmed but I felt inspired to rearrange a ‘grumpy’ post that had been stewing in my ‘brain pot’ for a few days. So here it is, transformed in to my Thankful List.
I am thankful that the days are warm and I have a lovely garden to view whilst I wait for my broken curtain rail to be fixed.
I am thankful my home is, once again, unflooded and keeping us warm and dry , even if the repairs are not yet finished and
there remains a hole in our bedroom ceiling.
I am thankful that we have a wonderful library system that tells me about excellent magazines, one of which is Frankie ; which I like so much I have to buy a copy. And to my delight contains a pullout poster, by the ever so talented Becca Stadtlander , which just happens to be the right size to cover the vexatious hole in the ceiling; and provides a new interpretation of vision board.
Not that I want a desk/home office on my ceiling, but I do want my home to be orderly again, one day, with everything in its place and a place for everything 🙂
Like my rugs, which have been lying, unrolled, on my living room floor waiting …waiting….for so long….that I don’t really remember what we are waiting for….
I am grateful that the path outside my house is being cut and drawn, yet again, so that soon our neighbourhood will have access to ultra fast broadband that very few of us can afford 😦
But such major upgrades of our infrastructure are enabling many workers to enjoy employment, none more so than the temporary workers from the Philippines, some of whom will be concerned about the aftermath of Typhoon Haiyan in their own country, as they toil to rebuild our broken city. I am grateful for their willingness to be so far from their homes and their families.
And, lastly, I am ever so grateful that my home no longer looks like this,
for there are many in this city who still live in damaged, unrepaired homes.
Now, if someone would deliver a turkey dinner and some pumpkin pie, I would be very thankful for that too 🙂