The season to stop and give thanks

I motor through life.

I suppose everyone’s guilty of it to some extent. We get so ultra-focused on the tasks we need to accomplish in our day-to-day lives that we neglect to take the time to remember those people and things that make our lives important in the first place. It’s the old axiom of stopping to smell the roses — with “roses” being the analogy for all the good things that surround us.

That’s one of many reasons Thanksgiving is my favorite holiday. There’s enough food to force me to go belt-shopping the next day, there’s no wave of commercialism cascading down around us like many of the other holidays, we get a chance to spend time with family and everyone is required to take at least a little time and reminisce on what we are grateful for in our individual lives.

And that’s where we are today. The holiday season has caused me to take a look at my own life, and give celebration to the things in my life that I am truly thankful for — regardless of the season.

For instance, I’m thankful that I’m relatively healthy. Oh, like most of you, I have some bumps and bruises that make me sound like bubble wrap being stepped on by a herd of elephants when I get out of bed in the morning but, like my father always says, if that’s my biggest problem in life, I’m a lucky guy.

On that topic, I am extremely thankful for my parents. There has never been a moment in my life when I felt like I wasn’t loved by at least my family, and that means more than a person could possibly imagine. I’m thankful for their support, for their wisdom and their friendship. I’m still a little bitter over being grounded for an entire summer in high school, but I’d have to admit I had that one coming.

I’m thankful for cheese in a can, meat that’s microwaveable and instant mashed potatoes. Yup, sometimes I find myself having to make dinner and, thanks to the wonders of technology, I can maintain my roundish shape with ease.

I’m thankful that the bidding situation with the South Coastal Library turned out the way it did, and the cost of the expansion and renovation of the facility will be less than expected. There have been some local volunteers who have poured their hearts and souls into getting this done, and I’m extremely happy that their efforts will not be wasted.

I’m thankful for the dune in Bethany Beach. If nothing else, it got some rather interesting letters from the community in our paper.

I’m thankful for the extended Price family, and the way they have made me one of their own. It’s a great club to be a part of, and I’m eternally grateful for them.

I’m thankful for the people-watching atmosphere of this area, particularly at the beach. Vacationers are an interesting group to observe as they go about enjoying their free time, and I’ll never tire of bikinis — on the right people.

No offense, Bob.

I’m thankful for the friendship of Susan Lyons, and her entire family. It’s a special feeling to spend time around a family that cares so much for one another, and I’m grateful for them letting me watch them interact on a daily basis.

I’m thankful for my TiVo, and the ability to fast forward through commercials while I’m trying to watch my reruns. Television commercials have seemingly become more and more annoying and obtuse every year, and it makes me wonder why people just don’t do all their advertising in newspapers. Professional graphic artists and marketing representatives spend time and creativity on getting out a client’s message, and the ad is available at any time for a reader looking for a specific item.

To speak to a professional and courteous advertising rep at the Coastal Point, call 539-1788.

Wow, talk about your digressions.

I’m thankful for Kathy and Buzz Adkins. Again, I’m humbled by the generosity of some people, and Kathy and Buzz blow me away on a consistent basis.

I’m thankful for the men and women who serve in our armed forces. From the supply clerk on a base in Kansas to the people in the hot zones overseas, their service, dedication and professionalism inspire me every single day. And, though it might sound politically incorrect, God bless them.

I’m thankful for the fact that socks fit on both the left and right feet. They might not always match, but at least I don’t have my socks on the wrong feet.

Or, am I the only one who sees joy in that?

I’m thankful for the men and women who put their heart and sweat into putting out this paper each and every week. Their talent is exceeded only by their passion for delivering the best newspaper to the community that they can.

Again, call 539-1788 for all your advertising needs.

Last, but certainly not least, I’m thankful for my Jamie. We haven’t been together for an extraordinarily long time, but it’s hard for me to remember my life before her — maybe because she brought me the life I’ve always wanted.