
Aging My Way
There were very few mornings in 2023 when I didn’t awake with thankfulness in my heart for all my many blessings. Even so, I let Thanksgiving pass by without my annual 100 things I’m thankful for list, which I’ve posted since 2010.
2023 was a year of changes for me, and coping with those changes got in the way of a lot more than just that list. The 365 days of the past year were a needed time for reflection, of my past and on my future. We all need time like this. But when I was able to race hither and thither without a thought, I seldom took it.
But now is my season to do so.
Meanwhile, I’m ready to take on 2024, and I do it in the spirit of Edward Abbey, who sensibly wished for crooked, winding, challenging trails, with mountains that rose above the clouds and had amazing views.
And since the thankfulness I feel in my heart continues to overflow, I share with you, in no particular order except as they raced through my brain, 100 things I’m thankful for.
- Comfortable shoes.
- A warm home on a cold day.
- My canine companion Scamp, who keeps my life balanced.
- Fresh, clean sheets for a good night’s sleep.
- A granddaughter and her wife who have chosen to live near me in my old age.
- Mother Nature and all her wonders.
- Air conditioning to survive Tucson summers.
- Flowers of every shade and hue.
- A hot bath.
- Cream-laced coffee to start my mornings.
- Every single member of my large family.
- Road trips, although they have become fewer these days.
- Good conversations that make me think.
- Competitive card games.
- Finally finding a primary care physician who listens to me. We’re not all alike, you know.
- Tye-Dye T-shirts.
- A Jack and Coke nightcap.
- Books, one of life’s greatest treasures.
- The view I have of the Catalina Mountains,
- Friends, old and new and everywhere in between.
- That I’m a writer, and can live life twice.
- A soft quilt.
- My addiction to bird watching.
- Good memories of the awesome experiences I’ve collected over 84 years.
- Rainbows.
- Sunrises and sunsets.
- My old recliner.
- The tall cottonwood and oleander trees that grace my small yard.
- A daily call from a son.
- The internet and the connections and knowledge it provides me.
- Snail mail from a fellow wordsmith.
- Story Circle Network, my writing support group.
- Publication of my book, Travels with Maggie, about my nine years traveling this country in an RV.
- Art, my own and that of others.
- That I still have a zest for life.
- Learning something new.
- My scrapbooks and journals, which haphazardly capture snippets of my life.
- My rubber tree plant, which is now about 40 years old, and which has been prolific in providing its babies to others.
- A drawing of a cardinal which belonged to my grandmother, and is the oldest thing I own.
- Advil.
- Chocolate ice cream.
- New sox and underwear.
- Butterflies.
- Hummingbirds at my nectar feeder.
- Hugs.
- Kind people who care about others.
- That I can still drive.
- Soft pajamas.
- Pleasant surprises
- Laughter.
- A good pen and journal.
- Audible books.
- A sky full of stars.
- Electricity and the conveniences of life.
- A good haircut.
- My wrinkles, because I earned them.
- The Sonoran Desert that I live in.
- My pansy hanging flower basket that hasn’t stopped blooming in over a year.
- Wind chimes.
- My wolf tattoo, which I got at 75.
- Fresh flowers on my table.
- Live theater.
- The Van Gogh exhibit I visited this past year.
- Hot tea.
- Social Security.
- Jigsaw puzzles
- That I live in a place where coyotes still howl and a Cooper’s Hawk visits my yard, only if looking for a tasty sparrow meal.
- Friends and loved ones who drop in unannounced – it’s a southern thing.
- Time alone, to reflect and think – it’s an old age thing,
- That I no longer feel the need to be perfect.
- My favorite cooking pan, especially when it is full of my fresh-cooked chicken and rice.
- The solar lights that brighten my yard at night.
- Truthful, unbiased news, and the journalists who report it.
- That I was born in America and have privileges as a woman that so many other women do not.
- The neighborhood I live in.
- A clean apartment, and freshly washed clothes.
- Care boxes from my guardian angel daughter-in-law.
- Ponds moisturizing cream.
- Christmas trees and ornaments.
- Spending Thanksgiving with family, this year with a daughter, three grandchildren and three great-grandchildren.
- My mother and grandmother, and all other female role models who haven’t let gender stand in the way of reaching their goals.
- Scamp’s groomer, because he’s not an easy dog to groom.
- My microwave and leftovers.
- Scented candles.
- Clean water to drink.
- Movies that make me both laugh and cry.
- Every morning I awake ready for another day,
- Outsmarting my computer, or other technical wonder when they get cranky. Oh, wait. I’m the one that gets cranky when they don’t work.
- National Parks and Forests, and bird sanctuaries and wildlife refuges.
- Despite its hit on my budget, that I can afford good medical insurance when so many others can’t.
- Overhead honking geese.
- Reading glasses.
- Scenic backroads.
- Polite drivers.
- That I’m more focused on remembering the good times than the bad ones, while continuing to live in the present.
- Country western and rock and roll music.
- Readers of my blog.
- Morning walks with my dog Scamp.
- Discovering a new author I like who has written a dozen books.
- And finally, for still managing to believe in silver linings when things go awry.








