The Giver...and the Grateful Recipient.

[Brought to you by an ice cube in a cubicle in the Arctic Circle]

(Working Title:)

Small Things I'm Thankful For

There are a lot of different things that could be said here. For example: I'm so grateful i'm alive. Check. I'm so grateful for a family that loves me. Check. Notice, however, that I am focusing on the SMALL things. Things that, honestly, I take for granted every day. Comma's are one such thing. They make expressing oneself via words so much easier. I digress.

Most of you know that I work up on the "North Slope" or the one of the many oilfields up in Alaska near Oliktok Point (Prudhoe Bay is an hour and a half from me). What some of you may NOT know is that we had quite a large and damaging fire at my work site, which culminated in the complete ruination of my beloved camp and office...and kitchen...and all my stuff...along with the stuff of many of my wonderful co-workers. I'm not going to explain it all...i'll make a special post for that later. What you need to know NOW...is that everything is gone. It's those small things right? All the ones we take for granted.  Here are three of my small things:

Numero UNO:

CERAMIC COFFEE MUGS!!!! I have not often enough thanked the Lord for allowing their existence. I never really thought about it before, because i've ALWAYS had one available. Think about it. They're everywhere! Not so at work currently. Styrofoam all the way. I'm not sure what it is about it...but I find it revolting...and I SWEAR that I can taste plastic in my hot chocolate in the morning (queue super super sad face)

Numero DOS:

Q-Tips. They have sooo many unbelievable uses, and I had no idea how much I loved them until I couldn't scour one up to save my life.

Numero Tres:

Decent water pressure. I know it sounds silly because having water is implied...but seriously. It's important when your hair is 2 ft long, thick, in desperate need of cleaning, and you're trying to wash your hair at 4 a.m. I do not have sufficient command of the English language to properly describe how excited I will be to use a "real" shower when I get home. (wistful sigh - enter here)

The Moral of the Story:

Try and remember to be thankful for the little things every day. You never know when you might not have them! (Yes..i'm sure there is an Aesop's fable out there with that one!) In my case, it's being thankful for a wonderful boyfriend and Amazon Prime, who together, with their great powers of love, thoughtfulness, and free two (okay...maybe five to the slope) day shipping, have surprised me with the things in the above photo and made me one very happy arctic camper!

On that note, have a beautiful day! Read a book. :)

Book of the Day:

The Giver

Jonas's world is perfect. Everything is under control. There is no war or fear or pain. There are no choices. Every person is assigned a role in the Community. When Jonas turns twelve, he is singled out to receive special training from The Giver. The Giver alone holds the memories of the true pain and pleasure of life. Now, it is time for Jonas to receive the truth. There is no turning back.