A Positive Day

Christmas and Thanksgiving have always been family holidays for me.  Now that both my children are living on other parts of the planet and my parents have taken on a different form Thanksgiving isn't a day that seems special.  I attempt to be thankful every day.  I believe in living a life of gratitude and appreciate for all the wonder that surrounds me.  I often applaud and cheer when I step out the front door. 
  
Here is an abbreviated run down of my day.

 

I began my day with a cup coffee.  I turned on the colored lights and tuned in the Grateful Dead.  Yes, I'm a Dead Head.   I prepared and ate a small breakfast.  After washing my plate I sat down and caught up on some blogging and email.  When the sun came up I fed Einstein and Bilbo.

I worked on the Banner project for a few hours while Einstein walked around exploring the floor.
After taking a bath, I got ready to leave the house.   I thought it could be fun to go somewhere to read 'The Dharma Bums' and take some pictures. 
  
Along the way, I stopped to look at some motor homes.

  The place was closed and I didn't get to look inside.

  

Continuing on down the road, I came to the Ella S. Rowan Spring.  Travelers on the old stagecoach route would stop at Ms. Rowan's to get a drink from her spring.  She sold the spring to the city on the condition that the water would always be available at no charge to people who came by for a drink.
  

  On the same old stagecoach route I stopped to take photos in Mount Hebron Cemetery. 

   

It was odd to find two graves with my last name on them.  If I had some older living relatives, I'd ask them if they knew anything about those graves.
  

  Eventually I arrived at my sibling's house for Thanksgiving dinner.

  

We shared a delicious meal and had a lot of laughs.

  

It was a good day to be alive.

    

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