Trains, cars, airplanes, horses and buggies that allow us to travel great distances to share Thanksgiving with our loved ones.

The spouse who complains when dinner is not on time, because s/he is home with me, not with someone else.

The teenager who is complaining about doing dishes, because that means she is at home & not on the streets.

The mess to clean after a party because it means I  have been surrounded by friends.

The taxes I pay because it means that I'm employed.

The clothes that fit a little too snug because it  means I have enough to eat.

My shadow who watches me work because it means I  am out in the sunshine.

A lawn that needs mowing, windows that need cleaning  and gutters that need fixing because it means I have a home.

All the complaining I hear about our government because it means we have freedom of speech.

The space I find at the far end of the parking lot because it means I am capable of walking.

My huge heating bill because it means I am warm.

The lady behind me in church who sings off key because it means that I can hear.

The piles of laundry and ironing because it means I have clothes to wear.

Weariness and aching muscles at the end of the day because it means I have been      productive.

The alarm that goes off in the early morning hours because  it means that I'm alive.

Getting too much email bogs me down but at least I know I  have friends who are thinking of me.