Studies have shown that the act of being “consciously thankful”, at least when put in a list of the end of each day, can have effects that equal both antidepressants and therapy. It’s one of those easy things you can do – like 20 minutes of exercise and Vitamin D – that pays enormous dividends, and Tessa writes her list every night.
I like to think my nightly sojourn to the pages of this blog provide something close, even when it’s in the form of a spittle-flyin’ rant, but I don’t have the data to back that up. For its part, America has one night a year dedicated to being thankful, which always makes your thanks very vague – family, home, job.
I’ve already used this blog to give thanks to inanimate ideas like Afrin, Excedrin, Dexy’s Midnight Runners (both kinds), the windshield wiper delay setting, Danny’s “Green Tea” dunk over Paulus, Brora 30-year-old single malt and the F#minor 7th chord. So here’s a few animate people who deserve kudos:
– I’m thankful for my great-great-Grandfather Thomas Evans (center), a coal miner in Pontypridd, Wales, who decided to come to America in 1891, carrying nothing but some books and an old violin. His son John Evans (lower right) sang songs in Welsh to my mom.
Los Angeles, 1941
– I’m thankful for my great-grandma Alice, who was more fun than a great-grandmother should ever be. She’s pictured here with my grandmother (whom I never met – she died in the ’50s) but Alice herself lived forever, long enough for me to meet her as a kid. She lived in a split-level old-folks apartment that was actually fun, and then almost burned the place down while entertaining. Having trouble telling who is who in the picture? That’s because there’s only 14 years between them. Wild West, baby!
– I’m thankful to Thornton “Mr. The Budster” Long, who possessed far more cajones than I did, and bothered to knock on my window at Hinton James when I was a navel-gazing loner set adrift in the first week of college. He had already met Jon and Chip, and decided we’d all be friends.
– I’m thankful for Charlie Todd, now the infamous purveyor of Improv Everywhere (please see their Frozen Grand Central if you haven’t already) but who was once the humble archivist of the Lab! Theater at UNC-Chapel Hill. I left a little note on there sometime in 1999, and a few months later, a friend I hadn’t seen in five years wrote me an email because she was afraid I might have descended into rampant marijuana use. Then I married her, and this amazing thing happened:
so who are YOU thankful for?