Day Forty-Three of my 365 Days of Thankfulness  

We entered the frigid month of February, and I’m still plugging away at my 2022 blogging challenge. It took me a while to come up with an idea, but I decided what I needed most in the coming year was to adopt an attitude of gratitude. The world suddenly got filled with so much tragedy and conflict I found it hard to appreciate the blessings in my life. Thus, I started my 365 days of thankfulness challenge. I start my day searching for some way to express appreciation for life, even if it is a small and insignificant element. Many small things can add up to a big blessing. During month one, I cover most of the major stuff. I’m starting to wonder if I can keep going in month two. I’ve never attempted to express gratitude as the primary subject of my writing. I’m finding it to be more difficult than I first thought. This post covers Day forty-three of my 365 Days of thankfulness.  

Day Forty-Three of my 365 Days of Thankfulness

 On day forty-three of my 365 days of thankfulness, I am grateful for the giant metal rooster in my backyard. My husband got the chicken for me several years ago as a birthday present. He spent time hanging out in a quiet corner of my kitchen. Then we got the freezer, and we moved him into the backyard. I appreciate looking at him when I gaze out my kitchen window. The rooster is so colorful and interesting. I fear he keeps a lot of the city birds away. They must think he’s Godzilla bird. We put out a hummingbird feeder and didn’t attract one bird.

I live in the city. The soil in our yard is contaminated because of the abandoned factory across the street. (Someday, I will have to write about the attempts to test our soil by a group of scoundrels who wanted to seize the property for development.) I am grateful I can keep a giant metal chickens. I only wish he could lay giant golden eggs.

The old lady speaks….

This old lady’s opinion is thanksgiving is a matter of choice. Even in the darkness, we can choose to seek the light. My blessings may not be the same as yours because I’m old. We all share this planet and breath the same air. We are blessed to have contact with one another. I believe we can all relate to the blessings in life, even during a pandemic. Covid-19 is a tragic landmark in our human experience., but thankfulness is an adventure we can all take together. Would you please leave a comment and share with me some of the things you are thankful for today.

Who is Molly Shea?

Molly Shea is an accomplished fictional short story writer from Indiana who writes short stories and novels about a fictional town called Tecumseh.  To read more of her short stories and adventures, click here.

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