1. Once again, I’m thankful for my local library. Philip had a great time there last Saturday with the monthly “make and take” craft project. I’m not very crafty, so it’s great that Philip has a place where he can get creative (and practice his finer motor skills, too).
2. I’m thankful that we finished the living room/dining room/entry way paint project.
3. I’m thankful that we have NOT finished painting Philip’s room since he decided to draw on the walls with markers this week. Pictures to be featured in my Sunday Slideshow.
4. I’m thankful that the fuel price had not increased at our local gas station on Monday morning since I had to drive in the opposite direction of work in the hopes that it was still ten cents cheaper than everywhere else. It was! After topping off the tank, I took a different route to work for a change of scenery and didn’t get lost.
5. I’m thankful that we had enough leftover Valentine’s Day cards from the past two years so that I didn’t have to buy new ones to send to Philip’s preschool. I think if we hadn’t exactly the amount needed I would have had Philip make his own. That kid just loves to draw.
6. Peter called me Thursday afternoon to report that we had no electricity due to some downed power lines. I’m thankful that the power came back on before it got dark. Our house only runs on electric, so we would not have had lights or heat otherwise.
7. In a related note, I’m thankful the weather wasn’t too cold when the power went out. The house started to get chilly, but not as bad as it would have been during the polar vortex. And things would have been worse if Winter Storm Pax had been visiting us.
8. I’m thankful for the autism advocates who organized the “Love Not Fear” flash blog on Valentine’s Day. It is bloggers like these that have helped me learn to accept Philip for who he is.
9. I’m thankful I have been summoned for jury duty next week. I’ve never had the chance to serve before, so I look forward to fulfilling my civic duty. I’m always saying I don’t get out much . . .
10. I’m thankful that the “thunk clunk” that startled Peter and me awake at 5:06 am on Thursday was the sound of the suction cup breaking lose from the shower wall and the soap dish and bar of Irish Spring tumbling to the floor and not someone breaking into our house or a crash caused by Philip carousing in the night. I’ll admit it, though: Philip was our first suspect.