I make a good living, working in down in the mines
I dig deep for diamonds, and songs that I find
The sky in the west is turning from blue to red
And I gotta get back home, to my hilltown bed
La-da-da-da I’m grateful today
-Jonah Tolchin, The Grateful Son (Thanksgiving)
The parties will be here any minute for yet another mediation involving insurance, a broken house, and Hurricane Michael. But there's a spring in my step, because yesterday afternoon the court sua sponte continued next week's trial. So now, instead of trying to get out of here late Tuesday or sometime Wednesday to meet Peg in Key West, I'll fly back to New York as soon as this mediation ends. And one lawyer has insisted he must finish and be on the road by one, to catch a son's baseball game, so I have reasonable certainty regarding the latest I'll get there, weather and engine permitting.
So, I'm grateful for that. And grateful for the news that Slane the cat, apparently quite ill at the beginning of the week, is now rallying and eating and acting like his old self.
And I'm grateful for this over-the-top USC aloha shirt from P, rounding out a truly memorable Father's Day week.
This shirt represents a bigger message than maybe you see. Peg doesn't think much of the Mighty Trojans; perhaps even less of aloha shirts. But she knows I have a weakness for both, and so one day a week or two ago with trembling hand she clicked on "complete purchase" to send me something she knew I'd love, even if it isn't her cup of chowder. That's where we are now, so I'm grateful for that too.
And where we are geographically is a thousand miles apart this morning, with the hope and the promise that before this scorching sun sets we'll be holding hands and walking down Market Street in Corning, a truly happy place for me and for us.
Happy Friday.
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