Non Fiction

Peeling carrots, listening to the CBC canadian songwriters stream on tinny laptop speakers.  The cheap but functional speakers have a certain charm that make me think of an old transistor radio.

A small glass of scotch in hand, I prepare for tomorrows dinner at an easy pace.  My girls are upstairs getting ready for bed.  Giggles wriggle their way down the stairs now and then, warming up the room in a way only little girl giggles can.

My bread doughs are thriving atop the refrigerator, adding just that little extra bit of life to the room.  It’s subtle, but I feel it’s presence and I am happy that I took the time to make them.  I will be even happier to serve the finished product to my family tomorrow.  It’s a little, but tasty way to say “I love you”.

The carrots are done, on to the beans.  I’m sure I will steal a good number before I’m done.  Fresh from a local farm market as are most things for our dinner tomorrow.  I really enjoy living in an agricultural area, and particularly one that encourages people to eat and shop close to home.  It makes me feel like I am part of a community, rather than just a person residing in one. One bean for you, one bean for me….

I had to go find my slippers.  They completed the picture in my head that is trying to manifest itself in the moment.  Also a quick switch to the classical music stream…

So many I have seen today are saying what they are thankful for. Family, friends, job, money… It’s nice to have a day to remind us to think of what we often take for granted. I’m thankful for all of those as well.  What am I most thankful for?  I am thankful that what I just wrote is not fiction.  I am thankful that I am living a life that I am proud of.

Be well friends.