I am thankful for broccoli. It has a huge assortment of vitamins (C, for example), minerals (selenium) and healthy bits in it (dietary fiber, and some anti-cancer thingies). And it istasty, despite what President Bush said.
Whether steamed, boiled, microwaved, stir fried or raw, it brings a vibrant color to the table; usually dark green in the States, but can be white or purple. Purple-ish. Generally speaking, the longer it’s cooked, the more healthy bits are leached out of it, especially when boiling. And a bit of crunch makes for a more interesting meal. imVho.
It is not, however, even remotely related to Cubby or James Bond. Cubby did claim one of his uncles brought the first broccoli seeds to America in the 1870s but Thomas Jefferson had broccoli growing in his garden over a half century earlier. Probably next to the hemp…
I am thankful for the ability to ponder. To thoughtfully consider. To “split infinitives” as I please. To think. I think…
Thoughtful Thursdays are one opportunity for me to share and showcase some of the ideas, sayings, proverbs, quotations and clichés that inspire and motivate me.
So, what inspires me this week? Glad you asked…
I discovered a gem for teaching on Facebook a while back that does an excellent job of summarizing one of the reasons I bow to the inevitable and acknowledge that I am wired to teach. It is a pithy existential statement answering the question: why.
It’s on my Teaching Quotes page as well, but I want to showcase it here.
I am thankful for Kindle Buffet–a service that provides me with a daily dose of freeebooks, in genres I have chosen.
The real drawback is that I’ve accumulated quite a number & need to actually read them…that and finding storage on my tablet is beginning to be a consideration. Fortunately, as the name indicates, they are all Kindle friendly, so primary storage is in the Kindle Cloud.
Of course, I have both my tablet w/ Kindle Reader and my laptop w/ Kindle Cloud on which to enjoy these treats.
I am thankful for automobiles. Cars. The ability to get me & my stuff from point A to point B in a modicum of comfort, safety, and economy.
My first ride was…not pictured at left. It was a Super Beetle.
This is what I wanted for quite a long while…the Aptera. Might as well dream big when dreaming, no?
In that bizarre place we call reality, I might not ever buy another vehicle, although that decision will put very specific limitations on where I live. Mass transit and all that, you know. It is sad that the US has developed such a love affair with the car and has neglected its mass transportation systems. Once upon a time, we had cutting edge railways and street car/tram systems all over the country. I’m pretty sure we’ll have something like that again. Eventually. The question is whether I’ll live long enough to see it.
Maybe I’ll move to Seoul…i hear there’s excellent mass transit there…
Even so, I am still thankful that I didn’t “have” to walk all that far today.
I am thankful for my brothers and sisters in arms who have fallen in the line of duty. Memorial Day is the day on which we honor those who gave their lives in defense of our country. It is no surprise that nearly all Americans recognize this honor, regardless of their viewpoints on religion, politics, etc. It is because we understand that freedom is never free, that “the tree of liberty is watered by the blood of patriots.”
To those who survive, my heartfelt thanks. Word cannot express my gratitude nor comfort your sorrow. I therefore ask the Lord Who is Comfort to do it for me.
While those of us who served, or are currently serving, appreciate the gratitude expressed to us on Memorial Day, we (if I may be so bold as to speak for everyone else) would greatly prefer that gratitude be focused toward those who have joined the ranks of the rarest of honors: Families of the Gold Star.
Veterans are most appropriately thanked on Veteran’s Day. Those currently serving, on Armed Forces Day.
But you know what? It’s better do express the gratitude while we’re all still around to hear it, so while I do have a bit of a…particular view…in the matter, don’t let my hobby-horse get in the way.