Crabby Patty back as ‘One Grateful Girl’

I admit it. I’ve been a little cranky lately.

In this space over the span of the past few weeks, I suppose PK has not been gleaning her typical attitude of gratitude.

Too much Peyton, creepy clowns, presidential puke-fest … heck, I even whined to some great degree about an American Heart Association volunteer who was, um, less than friendly at the AHA’s recent heart walk event.

Oops.

Guess what? The folks at the local chapter read “My Sentiments Exactly.” And not only did they formally apologize for any unpleasantries that befell me when I inquired about a survivor cap for my Pop, but Senior Heart Walk Director Brian Duchon actually sent me one. Thank you so much, Brian — and my father thanks you, as well.

Smile.

It got me to thinking about the name of my blog site, “One Grateful Girl,” and pondering whether or not I have resembled her lately.

Hmm.

I know there’s lots of depressing, scary, horrible news out there. I know sad things happen and that every day isn’t a picnic. But it IS a gift. Why am I not unwrapping it a little more often?

Sheesh, Patty.

I am blessed with so very much; the least I can do is acknowledge my good fortune. And so, here’s a whole bunch of good peeps, stuff and situations for which I am truly, utterly grateful:

l Good Lord. If not for the foundation laid by my mother and father, I wouldn’t be blessed with such a strong Catholic Christian faith. It is what sustains me. I would be nothing without it — without Him. Oh, and speaking of my folks …

l Good parents. Mom and Dad, I’ve said it a million times, but all I am, have and achieved is thanks to everything you did for me, Gina and Danny, all these years. You are the best; I love you more than words and owe you an unpayable debt.

Further, my family, in total, is a true blessing. Big hugs to my siblings, in-laws, nieces, nephews (including the grands), cousins, aunts, uncles and all my kin in the many states and locations they reside (Ohio, Michigan, Nebraska, Florida, New York, California, Illinois, Georgia, Virginia), wherever you sit, know that you’re in my thoughts and heart.

l Good clowns. You know, the kind who help raise money for Shriners Hospitals for Children and other worthy endeavors / causes. For that matter, I’m also thankful for Shriners Hospitals for Children. And St. Jude Children’s Research Hospital. And all hospitals dedicated to caring for wee ones.

l Good reception. Mary Ann Graffice, thank you for always reaching out to me with such positive comments regarding my column. You’re a doll. Ditto to all the folks who write, email or message me with comments — mostly upbeat — about this silly old weekly offering. Knowing that it touches so many gives me such deep satisfaction.

I am humbly, respectfully, deeply appreciative to all who take the time to give me a glance or two.

l Good health. Not so much for my own but for my loved ones. Weird how when you get a little older you’re more concerned about their well being than about your own.

I thank God every day for my son’s safety and wellness — and that of all of my family and friends.

l Good jobs. Not for nothin’ but I’m really, really lucky to have such a fabulous day job. Thank you, leadership team of HBK CPAs & Consultants, for being the best employer I’ve ever had as a grownup. Hands down.

Likewise, a nod of thanks to the Tribune Chronicle for keeping this space open for little old me every Sunday, lo, these many years.

l Good peeps. Oh, girls, you know who you are, especially that one whom I burden with everything on my bad days. I love each and every one of you and couldn’t get by without ya; MWAH to all my gal pals.

l Good guys. What can I say? My entire life is my almost-17-year-old son Kyle. That boy is literally everything. Period. #myworldrevolvesaroundthiskid.

His dad’s not so bad, either. I mean, 21-plus years and counting, we’re at least not doing everything wrong, huh, Ker?

One last thing for which I’m over the moon? In less than a month, all the election crap will FINALLY all be over. I know, be careful what you wish for; good grief!

Kimerer is a Tribune Chronicle columnist who’s grateful for lots of stuff. Trump and Hillary aren’t on the list, however. Check out her typically chipper blog at www.patriciakimerer.com

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