I am grateful for ....

I read an article in this morning's Asheville Citizen-Times that set me to thinking.  It was about staying healthy and, besides the usual tips about getting exercise and so on, it suggested keeping a log of things for which you are grateful.
So here goes - no mushiness and no ranting allowed ....

  • Susan and Sam - I'll never understand how they put up with me.  Nuff said for now.
  • The Blue Ridge Parkway - my main road to everywhere in Asheville.  If you can't get there on the Parkway, it's probably not worth going to.
  • Tinnie Salzano - a boss who recognised talent and recognised that not everyone is the same
  • The people of Cancer Care of WNC - every one of them makes me feel like my well-being is of importance to them
  • Ace Hardware - it's great to have a DIY store that isn't intimidating
  • Lake Lure - not wild and dangerous but always different (and not reachable via the Parkway unless you try really hard)
No - that's not a complete list

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