Thank you

To the Starbucks barista who always knows my order before I finish saying, “grande,” thank you.

And to the young man who extended his hand through the open sun roof of his car to wave at me, thank you.

Thank you, husband, for calling when you’re running late so I won’t worry.

To my daughter, thanks for sending videos of my grandkids as they do ordinary things in extraordinary ways.

My son, thank you for finding ways to allow me to be useful these days.

Friends, near and far, for making me laugh, keeping me sane, and calling out my b.s., thanks so much.

Blogging community thank you for broadening my world!

Peace, people!

Author: nananoyz

I'm a semi-retired crazy person with one husband and two cats.

12 thoughts on “Thank you”

  1. It is nice sometimes the small gestures where we don’t intake: like the videos send, the discussion with the barista or the young man waving from the car and the heartfelt discussion with family. These are the big ones but sometimes we go big also. Don’t be afraid to try. Enjoy your week.

    Liked by 1 person

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.

Praying for Eyebrowz

Doing the best I can with what I have

Chaos with Cheese

kind of sad, but not so bad with cheese. cheese not provided.

Christine's Collection

My streams of thought meet here

Magic Unfolds

Soul In Visual Form


Just another WordPress site

Misterio Press

Killer Fiction

Lolsys Library

Fun blogs about the wonderful world of books and learning!

Sean of the South Podcast

Music and Storytelling

Life is a rusty rollercoaster

A bit of this...A bit of that...bit of everything...come on in...


Life in a flash - a weekly writing blog

Mark My Words


Dave Astor on Literature

Short essays about novels and other fictional works

Here There be Poems

By Ian Garrabrant


Home of Micropoetry, Literature, art and philosophy.

Entertaining Stories

Just a fiction writer, trying to reach the world.

Wagons Ho

I'd curtsy but I'm drunk.

%d bloggers like this: