Thankful Thursday.

I'm always thankful for the last rose of the year, no matter that it got frizzled and puny because the weather turned against it.  It's beautiful and loved.

I'm so grateful and thankful to be loved and to be able to love.  My poor paternal unit could not, though he had a very gentile, loving mother, it just didn't get down to him.  So, I'm grateful that his problems did not carry down the generations to his child, me.

I'm thankful to live in a place where words are still protected from tyranny, and I hope that someday soon, that same place, collectively, will decide that this Human Right is one that it will not continue to violate under any guise, and that the elite actually will become promoters of Peace and Freedom for all people.

We the people believe in these values.  But the tail doesn't wag the dog.  We need those who seek power, and mostly money, to someday soon realize the shallow victory of being able to plaster up the noses with dollar bills does not compare to actually helping a poor family find food, shelter and decent schools for their children, too.

Night night!  Love you!