I am thankful.
This is a post about this blog.
At Thanksgiving, in a lot of families, a blessing is performed before the turkey comes on in its golden, crispy glory. The blessing consists of going around the table with every guest sharing some thing they are especially grateful for. On the occasions I’ve taken part in this ritual, I’ve sometimes had to squelch the urge to say something slightly comical or snarky. I don’t know why, perhaps because the whole thing seemed so self serious. Real thanks seem quieter, more internal, perhaps.
Now, with a few days before us until we’ll be stuffed with stuffing, with a clear head, I want to be serious.
I am grateful, deeply grateful, to those of you who read this blog.
When people ask what my site is all about, I say different things. It’s called Blog Cabin, and it’s about living in a circa 1800 home in a thoroughly modern world, and the time travel that allows for. Sometimes I call it a personal magazine. A diary. A cultural commentary. It’s about the past as a living, breathing entity. All about history and art and nature and literature… An author blog, as I have one novel about to come out and one just in the rearview.
What it really is, is playtime. Writing books, of course, is hard work. (If you’re doing it right.) Writing this blog has given me a chance to dabble in the things that absorb me in my book writing life, but on a more finite scale, with pleasure at the foremost – yes, history and art and nature and literature and… a pogo stick championship?
It was hot July and the contestants soared. You could taste the adrenaline.
Writing for you has given me a reason to go on adventures that you might not take, even if you had the chance. Or perhaps you would, like my search for an infant saguaro cactus at a botanical garden in Scottsdale, Arizona, with a beaming guide, but you couldn’t get there that day.
I’ve taken myself to a Victorian waltz class and tea.
I’ve plumbed the depths of the 20-something psyche, because I have a young adult close to my heart. Instagramming is their life.
They’re fascinating animals, as are husbands, and mine hitchhikes along with me from time to time.
As are dogs. Mine is inscrutable, but adds flavor to the mix.
And writers. I’ve loved writing about Gertrude Stein.
I’ve shared many favorite recipes, like the one for Marcella Hazan’s braised pork in milk.
Observed motorcycle pirates on the loose in NYC. With some history about pirates intertwined, of course.
A rowdy pig festival in upstate New York.
Explored a local farm on an enchanted evening, just as dusk fell.
Learned about the power of graffiti at the late, great 5Pointz. Got my leg cast tagged there, too.
And witnessed the unlikely beauties of slime mold in a pristine nature preserve.
It’s been my pleasure to gather these treasures and offer them to you, and your great generosity has been receiving them from me. So thank you. I’m looking forward to many more adventures.