Public Thnx4 Journal

Just feeling thankful that we have the bounty that we do for preparing a meal. Thanking the farmers in the land and everyone who brings the food so that we can cook and have it on our table.

I'm healthy, happy, and with my family.

Sun shining through the trees, golden over the frost when I was walking my dog early in the morning in the woods.

I was able to Do some artwork today without interruption

Consegui ver meus pais no fim de semana.

I feel grateful for the video games that have, and the memories I've made with them through my childhood. To point to only one or two games that I at the very least remember is nearly impossible, I remember different games as demarcation points in my life. I do have a backlog right now, and focused more on collecting rather than sitting down to play games, but I am grateful for the nostalgic experience games have given me. Now that I am older, I now know that the rank-and-file people who make games are not always treated fairly by game developers or publishers. The video game industry very much works by the sausage principle: if you like something never figure out how it is made. I am grateful for those who do make games, which include programmers, artists, designers, writers, composers, voice actors, and so on.

I‘m grateful for spending quiet mornings in my armchair. When I don‘t feel well rested, I get to just stay in and relax on most day and that‘s a great privilege. I‘m flexible enough to take good care of myself, listen to my needs and adjust accordingly.

I have been feeling a little worried about an aspect of my physical health and it has really been stressing me out. However, I have been realizing that I am healthy and I am really grateful for my health. It may change at some point, maybe even some point soon, but I am grateful for my good health.

For my gratitude journal, my mother gave me a suggestion that I do not want to ignore. She is grateful for modern medicine, as innovations in medicine and surgery has saved both her life and my life many times. This history is complicated, as although I acknowledge the healthcare professionals perform valuable work in saving lives (all healthcare professionals, in communities around the world), it is only recently that I have learned about the true extent of the medicalization of disability. I now apply such a history to myself, in have either been admitted to hospitals to treat illnesses, electing to have surgeries, or attending therapies throughout nearly every stage of my life so far as a person with disabilities since birth. Balance, then, is important, as although I am grateful for the healthcare professionals that have saved both my mother's life and my life, I now know that the system of healthcare institutions has the very least not always treated people with disabilities as beings with the right to live, and to live outside of institutions in society. This last sentence is certainly contentious, in essence I am grateful for a system that would have most certainly have killed or isolated me as late as the mid-20th century. To go back to my November 9 entry, it wasn't until certain disability rights reforms that created this modern system is it allowed me to be born safely and not separated from my family members by being placed in an institution at birth.

Very grateful to have most of my adult children together for Thanksgiving Dinner this year!

a nice 27 hr get away to property and Cambria; fall leaves, eating out, lovely sunset, wine by fire pit w MM

I am grateful about yesterday, as I was finally able to get a hold on some of the work that I need to complete this fall semester. I am grateful that I still had the opportunity still take a good walk yesterday. Since I need to continue working, this is meant to be a short entry.

I am grateful for the fact that I am able to go boating and fishing in Sarasota Bay, as a continuation of yesterday's entry. Although I have several memories fishing, that it is not what I only wish to record. It is the sensation of spreading my arms to my side to feel the ocean-like breeze as very close to flying as the boat engine picks up speed to begin our days out on the water in the morning sunrise. It is the closest natural approximation I have to true freedom even sitting in my manual wheelchair, the one that is light enough to go on my family’s pontoon boat. A freedom that is valuable, as to forget the troubles of everyday life.