Happy Thanksgiving


If you’re reading this blog, and are alone or near alone for thanksgiving, come in, pull up a chair. You’re with family here.  (Next year it might very well be just us.)

For those of you who worry about … well, about me, I actually have a lot to be thankful for this year.  Not only am I at long last writing regularly again, but despite this sore throat thing, I am MILES better than I was even last year.  Even two years ago walking out in the cold would give me an instant asthma attack, and last year I had to stop all the time to get my breath, if it was even mildly chilly.  But yesterday I put on all my clothes (seriously, I looked like a walking mound of clothing) mostly because I was stir crazy from being inside. And I went out to get some exercise. To wit, I shoveled half the driveway.

My arms still hurt — news flash, snow is heavy — but despite the cold and the wind, I didn’t lose my breath and my asthma didn’t kick in.

Therefore, even though progress is slow (as it was for writing again) there is movement and it’s in the right direction. For this I’m thankful.

I’m also thankful for lovely DIL who has brought a lot of joy into our life, even when — particularly when — she bullies me into walking. 😉

And most of all now and always I’m thankful for my husband without whom I’m sure I wouldn’t be me, and I might never have written anything. I certainly wouldn’t be writing this blog, or expressing my opinions on anything. I won a big lottery when he decided he wanted to marry me, and even more when he stuck it out with the excitable Latina.

And I’m grateful for our sons who are decent human beings even when we don’t agree or clash and who are both hard workers and strivers. In their own way they’re both healthy and wise, and the wealthy — whatever they consider wealthy — can come later.

I’m even thankful for the cats, though one of them — Euclid — might not be with us long.  You might also wish to keep Greebo, yes, my fuzzy editor, in your prayers. At 16, he was diagnosed with hyperthyroidism and is looking thin and seedy.  He is of course unpillable and uncreamable (What you expected otherwise from the buzzsaw in fur?) so we’re going to get him bloody expensive radio iodine treatment in the hopes of keeping him with us another year or two. Because he’s absurdly loyal to me, and loyalty demands loyalty.

But most of all I’m thankful that the writing is flowing again. Fiction, I mean. For a while there it was a struggle, for various reasons.

A shortish novel, (but well into pulp novel size) Deep Pink will be coming out within the week (yes, I’ll announce it here) and Winter Prince, a space opera, the first novel set in what I call The Human Universe (Though Winter Prince is part of a series called Alien Seasons) will be coming out next month.  Then sometime after that, hopefully Dyce.  (Yes, it’s mostly written. Things just kept happening.)

May the next year bring us yet more blessings, even if sometimes they’re in disguise.  Hold on tight to what you love, and celebrate the happiness in your lives.

Let us labor and work as hard as we can, so when the harvest is brought in it is a good one, and we’re rewarded as good and faithful workers.

And now, let’s eat.




69 thoughts on “Happy Thanksgiving

  1. I have been thinking that I am thankful for having had dogs and cats in my life. The first for the gift of unrestrained love, the latter for the gift of humility. May we all know much of both.

    1. Sadly, I believe we shall forever be burdened with the pinko bastiches.
      The rank and file all long for an all knowing all powerful all generous ultimate parental unit that will provide them safety and shelter them from want. The movers and shakers simply lust for power and control, and see communism as a means to their ultimate end, domination over everyone and every thing in the world.
      Each and every time communism in any of its forms has been tried on a macro scale it has failed dramatically and with horrible death and destruction. Yet something about the concept has such appeal to both those aforementioned types that every time it self destructs we blink and there it comes again in some shiny new package.

      1. The fundamental paradigm of Communist ideology is guaranteed to have wide appeal: you suffer; your suffering is caused by powerful others; these oppressors must be destroyed. –Leszek Kolakowski

      2. It seems axiomatic that those “pinko bastiches” wishing for “an all knowing all powerful all generous ultimate parental unit” come from dysfunctional families — for a functional family raises its children to be competent self-supporting adults who reject the continued role of parent other than as sounding board and wise counselor.

        If I were not blessed with such a deep appreciation of irony (and jalapenos) their demands would bring tears to my eyes.

        1. I think communism is the basic religion of rational societies.

          The need for someone watching over you, be it the one god creator of all things, a pantheon of very human but ultra powerful philospher kings, or honored ancestors seems to be fundamental to humanity. If you reject these supernatural ones you appear susceptible to the attempt to create human one’s.

          1. The human ones are more palatable to those seeking protection and providence. Supernatural ones typically come with requirements. Even the simple statement, “God helps those who help themselves” carries the implication that one needs to work to provide for himself, rather than simply relying on God to provide, while the Marxist imagining of the world allows one to believe that no effort is necessary, since they never seem to understand that SOMEONE is going to have to work to provide all the things they want.

          2. No, you are not thinking…you are repeating drivel. You mistake the need for structure for the “need” for slavery…Those who seek communism or any other powerful king are those incapable of imagining the yoke removed from their neck….We in the U.S. are unique in that we had a history of relative freedom for some years which enabled us as a people to remove the yoke before being forced to separate ourselves from those who would have placed it firmly about our necks again and brought us to heel. Even our neighbors, the Canadians are not so blessed as they allowed themselves to be re-attached to the European plow of control by England…Communism is just another yoke that an elite few tell us we must gladly wear again in order for the elite to rule….NO.

  2. So much to be thankful for. Also, I once had a had a cat (younger than Greebo) that had severe hyperthyroidism and all the regular treatment options were bad. We then went the route of the radioactive iodine 131 treatment and it was a perfect cure. He lived another decade.

      1. We didn’t get 10 years, but we did double her life, with the cat we had treated with the radioactive iodine, 30 years ago.

        Happy Thanksgiving to Sarah, Family, and all that gather here.

        We too are a year or two away till it is just us 3. Sister’s families are growing and getting to the point where they won’t be coming home. Numbers are getting to where our parents generation finally gave up on the huge holiday gatherings (surviving grandparents rotated through holidays with kids or married grandchildren); went to an annual family reunion gathering during summers, not necessarily at any particular home. Could be extending it, because the center has moved north centered around Portland & Vancouver. But our son works nights. This is the first time in 7 years he hasn’t had to go to work Friday & Saturday, this weekend; he got home at 1 AM, Thursday morning. Which was early for a change. He’s been getting home around 3 AM. Shift “officially” ends at 12:30 AM. Work is not that far from the house. As it has been since the day he was born, son comes first … One of the benefits of having an only child, when he has a significant other, if they can’t come home, we go there, easy.

  3. For clear mind, bodily health, I give thanks. For friends and family, for pets and acquaintances, as well. For the challenges I have met and overcome, because they have made me a better person, too.

    For the men and women in places near and far, from the dusty sandbox to the green hell, bobbing about in little boats and in hot airports and cold concrete boxes I give thanks to the folks in uniform that keep us all safe by keeping troubles far away. Y’all are greatly appreciated.

    For writers of books I read and readers too, I am very thankful, too. For farmers who do the job I’d very much rather not do, I am thankful as well. For good coworkers that make my job easier by showing up even when the weather is ten kinds of nasty and they feel like crap, I am thankful. For the fact that Felonia von Pantsuit Nacho President is still banned from occupying the house at 1600 Pennsylvania Ave, quite thankful.

    And for the fact that common sense, decency, and good taste still exist, I am very, very thankful! Y’all take care and God bless, folks.

    1. I am thankful for those on this site that can express things better than I.

      Nicely stated. Thank you Dan.

  4. Thankful I found you and the Diner and the Huns. Thankful for all the cats that have come through my life, friends, family, friends that are like family, and family that are good friends as well. Thankful for the crep I’ve gone through at work as it has shown me a new path. And, most of all, thankful for my husband. Two weirdos a weird marriage makes! Slainte!

  5. I’m thankful for a great many things. What I’ll mention here is how much I appreciate the trust that the authors I work with have placed in me to allow me to beta read and edit their works and apparently value my inputs.
    Deep Pink is short for a novel, 40k or so words and 100+ pages, but it’s chock full of a most bizarre and entertaining story. The main character is a bit of a sad sack private detective who’s asked to investigate a very strange and curious situation while at the same time looking into some trouble a good friend finds herself in. And how all that gets resolved is a fine ride and a very good read indeed.
    And a most happy and joyful Thanksgiving to all you lot who hang here at ATH.

  6. *Passes platter of smoked turkey, minus one small mound of dark meat* Happy Thanksgiving, Huns and Hoydens, and Mistress Sarah! I’m thankful the freezing rain didn’t take out the power, that Red 2.0 is here and busily making cookies, and that there are stories to tell and stories to read. Good stories, encouraging stories, stories to keep the Dark at bay.

  7. I’m forever thankful that America is my country where we can openly discuss the things we are thankful for, upset with and desirous of.

    I’m thankful I found a group of fans who tolerate my odd sense of humor and way of challenging the norms, even when we don’t see exactly eye to eye.

    I’m thankful that the shining City on a Hill still shines.

    And, as the last three Thanksgivings, I have a very specific item I’m grateful to.

    I’ll give you a hint:

    It rhymes with Pillory Symptom Fill Lever See Resident.

    1. Yessssss!

      And for a successful round of surgery, and a path forward so that we can live in the country several more years. Our dogs are aging, but it’s not time yet, and they’re both enjoying life.

      The rest of our families are Elsewhere (scattered throughout the country), so $SPOUSE and I will do a simple dinner for ourselves (with The Look from both dogs, who will get extra biscuits instead). Yes, simple dinner still includes roasted turkey…

      Thankful for the Huns and Hoydens, and our gracious hostess, the beautiful but evil space princess (unless an upgrade to queen has been warranted with the advent of DIL).

      Happy Thanksgiving!

  8. Sarah, congratulations on your health improvement. I’m hoping my wife’s health trajectory is as successful, but I’m certainly thankful that I still have her.

    When someone asks me if I’m proud to be an American, I say, no, I’m thankful to be an American, making this country wasn’t my doing, but trying to keep it free is, and I do what I can. I live in an amazing world where I can have blueberries and bananas at breakfast even late in November. That’s a staggering achievement of human ingenuity and self-interest.

  9. Happy Thanksgiving to all.
    And dear hostess good luck with Greebo. As you note fealty deserves fealty. Only twice in my 58+ years of life have I had cats with that level of personal devotion and it is a humbling thing to know a cat loves you that much and I know I went to what some might think ridiculous levels to make sure Spike (my last cat of that sort) lived a long and comfortable life.

  10. Thr Lord has reached out and touched me with His Grace in the form of undeserved miracles several times since the wheels came off. I am grateful beyond measure, hopeful, and encourage all to pray for Mercy;some of you may be bold enough to ask for Justice

  11. Happy Thanksgiving!

    The turkey is out and resting, the deviled eggs are made and in the fridge, and all sides and desserts are in the care of other responsible parties.

    I’m thankful that my husband didn’t have much additional damage from the latest heart attack, and that he had it after we’d met the deductible for the year, instead of in January. Very thankful he’s still around!

    I have a warm, dry house, hot wet tea, a husband who loves me, cats who are full of purrs and kitty-parkour at odd moments, a job that helps keep us in food and kibble, and friends – I am rich in friends.

    The meds are working – if not perfect health, I am in much better shape than last year, and having stared down the maw of that monster, I am grateful to be trudging back up the long scree-filled slope of health again.

    Even if I haven’t been well enough to complete something good enough for publication, my husband has – I’m just happy to see you two up to getting stories written and out!

    It’s been a good year, all told.

  12. Happy Thanksgiving to everyone.

    This year I have a great deal to be thankful for, starting with being functional again, thanks to a wonderful endocrinologist who looked at me, looked at my family history, and said there was no use having me get more miserable waiting for my TSH number to get to a particular point and she was prescribing me levothyroxine. The day after my first dose, I was back at the storage unit, sorting through books. From there it’s been a process of steadily recovering my strength, stamina and flexibility on the physical front, and my writing ability on the mental. I’m hoping to have some new books (both fiction and non-fiction) up on KDP before the end of the year.

    I’m grateful to have shared a wonderful Thanksgiving dinner with my dad and brothers, especially after having to miss the trip last year because my husband was less than a week past total knee replacement surgery and nowhere near up to traveling anywhere. And I’m very glad that he has recovered so well over the past year, and is getting around well enough to get through a long day on the exhibit hall floor of a big anime or comic convention without being in anguish.

    And I’m very grateful to be able to be with my family this year, because this time yesterday it was looking very uncertain whether we’d be making the trip. We were getting 35 mph sustained winds with gusts upward of 60 mph, and one of those gusts had sent a rain of tree limbs onto the sunporch that functions as my office, while I was sitting at my desk. One of them knocked out a window — the first thing I noticed when I went looking for the source of the horrible crash — and the others damaged the rubber roof. After calls to insurance agent and a contractor, we now have a boarded-up window and a tarped roof, although we decided not to start a claim until after the wind died down in case there were additional damage (which turns out to be the case — we have a fence down and a chimney topper torn off).

    Which means dealing with the joys of insurance claims and repairs, and the possibility of hidden structural damage or, worse, things that can’t be repaired unless a whole system is brought up to code (at our expense). And the need to remove at least two trees that are unhealthy before they shed more limbs or come down altogether, which means calls to tree services to take bids on the project. But I’m grateful that we have good insurance, and a variety of tree services in our area to choose from, and that we have the Internet and Amazon.com KDP to give me plenty of channels to make money to pay the things our insurance won’t cover (and the increased premiums that are sure to follow the claim).

    And awful as the experience was, I’m glad that it wasn’t even worse. If the entire tree had uprooted and come down on the house while I was sitting at my desk, I could’ve been trapped under the debris, even badly injured.

    So yes, I have a lot to be thankful for right now.

    1. we now have a boarded-up window and a tarped roof

      Driving through town last year after a storm had dropped a number of trees in part and in whole, I remarked to Beloved Spouse how wonderfully fast those tarps went on, seeming to appear out of nowhere.

      Is this a great country or what?

    2. “need to remove at least two trees that are unhealthy before they shed more limbs or come down altogether”

      Sorry to say. Insurance will pay for the tree debris that comes down, and damage created. BUT won’t pay to take the trees out, unless they come down as part of the debris; not a wanted outcome, trust me. No matter how dangerous to home or neighbors the trees are. At least Farmers Homeowners won’t. We asked after the silver thaw ice storm in ’17 denuded the Giant Sequoias on the side next to the house. We figured they would cover some to make sure the tops didn’t come out next time (and all 5 large leaders would have come out in ’18 with that snow storm), plus to prevent foundation issues. Nope. Nada. $4k to take out the two trees, and we got off inexpensively because the contractor, the self loader trucker, someone with a portable mill, and a chain saw carver, wanted the wood … other quotes were $10k+.

  13. Happy Thanksgiving, everyone. I’m thankful for many things, including good friends and family, being able to be with them this year, and for a good job that lets me provide for my family. And that I’ve found you all. Enjoy your Thanksgiving.

  14. It has been about ten — fifteen? Call it ten — years since I discovered that I had to pace myself shoveling the snow. Finding one’s heart racing 180 BPM* when the streets are inaccessible to impassable is a remarkably good indicator it’s time to take a break. Happily, it was about then I had learned the pleasures of slipping the earbuds under my earmuffs and enjoying an audiobook while I shove, so taking a slower pace is simply more time spent reading.

    I attribute my poor mediocre physical condition to the fact that we rarely get more than two snowfalls a year meriting shoveling out. Bad knees and foot neuropathy are not conducive to walking, jogging or running and mirrors are an effective argument against any activity entailing less than full clothing. Still, I am thankful for the pain as it means nerve endings are still active, although I am sure I could be just as thankful with half the pain.

    Best wishes and hopes you enjoy the day spent with family, friends or even yourself. We live in miraculous times and the quantity of idiiots as proportion of population is likely no greater than other times in History. Louder and more intrusive, perhaps, but I happily pay that as the price for indoor plumbing and companions on the internet.

    *Or so I guess – I didn’t take my pulse in part because I can’t count that fast. May have been 240 Beats Per Minute for all I know, “But Officer, I swear I wasn’t going over 150!”

    1. So a question, being ensconced in the snow-free bounds of Silicon Valley (We actually got snow last ay or so down to 2Kft, so there’s snow visible up on the mountains around here, but my question remains):

      Does this mean there are no robosnowblow gizmos along the lines of the robotic lawn mowers yet?

  15. Thanksgiving was back in October, you bunch of Americans. You and your long growing season! 😡

    Happy Thanksgiving anyway, even if you’re doing it wrong. ~:D

  16. I’m thankful I have good friends and family to help me get through the rough stuff.

    Thanks, everybody. 🙂

  17. I am thankful for my family, which I realize now is a treasure beyond most prices. My family loves me, I love them, and we love each other without conditions. Sometimes annoyed like hell about them, but we do love and care for each other.

    I am thankful for my job…mostly. Hey, it pays my bills and health care and 401K. I’ve got issues with it, the priorities are sometimes in places that I have to wonder if the people at Corporate HQ are taking all the good drugs and not sharing…

    I am thankful for the current pattern of therapy that I’m doing. Biofeedback training has probably done more for me in the last few months (after a scary, SCARY week where one stupid statement might have gotten me fired and arrested) than the last few years of medication and talk therapy. I’ve got more of my anxiety under control and that is a good thing.

    I am thankful for everyone here that has been letting me use them to write Solist At Large and the people that are doing the beta reading, and everything else. I am hoping to get the cover done soon, and the next few steps on the road to KDP, publication, and writing the sequel and the next books…

    (Seriously, this motherf(YAY!er keeps never wanting to let me go and the only way I can get away from it is to kill it by publishing it.)

    I am thankful for more than I can ever express or explain, really.

    And, I am just…thankful.

  18. I am thankful that I am finally coming out of my shell and beginning to communicate with others again. I am thankful for posting for the very first time after lurking for years. I am thankful for the wisdom you post on the blog. I can’t wait to read the new fiction. Happy Thanksgiving. 🙂

  19. I am thankful that I am beginning to come out of my shell. I am thankful that I have posted for the very first time after years of lurking. I am thankful for all the wisdom Sarah shares here. I am thankful that new books are on the way. 🙂

    1. One (minor*) word of advice: Intercontinental Ballistic Carp are excellent lawn and plant fertilizer, so be sure to provoke incoming at least once a week.

      *Truly — it is too young to go outside alone yet

    2. Welcome.
      The dragons are friendly, generally.
      The wallaby can seem to be contrary, but is often so for humorous effect.
      The minotaur is Mostly Harmless. Mostly.
      Even the humans seem to be mostly sane here. Kinda weird, that.

      Oh yeah, watch out for flying carp.

    3. Welcome, and all we ask is that you avoid the topics listed in the FAQ&BBQ: American Civil War, debating theology, which OS is better, and (this time of year) dressing vs. stuffing. 🙂

      1. Thank you for all your kind welcomes. Carp have been used as good fertilizer since before the time of the pilgrims. Technology is a wonderful thing allowing projectile delivery. I will attempt to avoid said topics, but will probably put my foot in my mouth on occasion. I am so very tempted to address the dressing vs. stuffing debate….. 🙂

  20. Just me and the Mrs. this Thanksgiving. We went to a restaurant, just the two of us. And that’s just fine with me.

    So Happy Thanksgiving to all, especially Our Gracious Hostess! And welcome, TurquoiseThyme (and pass the rolls and butter, huh?).

  21. Glad you had a great Thanksgiving. Two days before Thanksgiving I thought I’d be alone this year, but I took a risk and asked my brother if he had plans. He usually goes to Guatemala on Thanksgiving. He had changed his mind at the last minute. Plus my cousin just happened to be in town. My nephew had already told me he was not going to be here on Thanksgiving. Well, lucky for me, their plans fell through and they had dinner with me.

    I supplied the food and venue, and my brother did the cooking. I was glad that I spent some money on a good couch when I moved in here.

    I have a lot to be grateful for this year. It didn’t start well, but I am now in a better apartment with less allergies. I feel safe and comfortable.

  22. The last two years have been full of some of the best inventive *ideas* I’ve had in my career. Being untethered from the need to only work on things which are paying has freed me to get creative. Now that’s because at the moment, none of them are paying me, and I do fret about that — but I wouldn’t have traded the ideas for a paycheck, and who knows, but that they may still lead to one.

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