It is so easy to forget to be thankful. Some days I slip into the routine of life, go on auto-pilot, and forget how each day brings numerous reasons to be thankful. I realized that this morning when I opened the bathroom cabinet and saw extra container of shaving cream. My wife, Kathie, is always [...]

It is so easy to forget to be thankful. Some days I slip into the routine of life, go on auto-pilot, and forget how each day brings numerous reasons to be thankful.
I realized that this morning when I opened the bathroom cabinet and saw extra container of shaving cream. My wife, Kathie, is always doing that"buying something I need or like and, without saying anything, placing it into the cabinet or refrigerator for me to discover.
Another thing to be thankful for: cupboards and a refrigerator that are full. It's nice not to have to worry about where the next meal will come from.
I am thankful for the use of my legs and arms, so, even on a cold day when it's near freezing or below, I can pedal to work as well as any appointments in town.
I am thankful for our cat, Tigershark, who lay beside me last night, contentedly as I pet him while reading a book. I am also thankful for the many years and good memories I had with our dog Jalapeno.
I am thankful to wake up to another day. While there will be bumps in the road on this and other days, I am glad for the ability to face them and hopefully also learn something along the way. I acknowledge the opportunity each new day brings to do a little better and wash away the mistakes of previous days.
I am thankful for my job, for the ability to earn money to support my family and also, ideally, to help someone, even if in some small way. I am also grateful for the routine that my job provides, a structure I know that I need to keep my focus and not go off in multiple directions at once, accomplishing little.
I am thankful for the yellow, falling leaves in our neighborhood, for sunlit, reddish/orange leaves of trees across town, and even for the stark beauty of leafless winter trees.
I am thankful for the chance to see a sunset or a deep-orange harvest moonrise like the one I experienced last Saturday night on a ride to the end of the pavement (at Glendale) southeast of town.
To quote one of my favorite singer/songwriters, Peter Himmelman, in the chorus to 'Gratitude': 'Forgive me if I've lost my sense of gratitude.'
There really is so much to be grateful for.