Revelations (minus the horsemen of the apocalypse)

Something you should know. For all his shortcomings politically my dad was really awesome on Thanksgiving. He drove into Port Huron after I called my folks sounding like a mad spaz from our smashed up car. He got to the hospital while they were taking my details, told me that Jeremy was fine, and held my hand and let me cry while I was strapped to the back board. He got the nurses to let me go to the toilet after they unstrapped me. And then he told me that white wine would mix just fine with Vicoden. "It's a muscle relaxer too," he said.

And then on the way home I was nervously jabbering about all sorts of things and started to talk about my lousy luck with everything from waxy tea to arthritis to shitty coworkers to a fucking car accident on Thanksgiving day and he said, "No, you're not unlucky at all. You're very lucky that the car got hit where it did and you both walked away. You're alive"

And usually that kind of statement really gets my goat and makes me sputter and bluster and grump around, but maybe the magic of Thanksgiving made me see the light because all I could think was that my dad was right. Totally right. I mean don't tell him that I agree with him or anything, because it's fairly rare. But yeah, I am lucky in a lot of ways (not the least of which is that I live in London, UK rather than London, Ontario like everyone at the hospital kept insisting, one nurse even told Jeremy that UK stood for Yukon Territory) and it is good to remember that. it is good to put the sarcasm and snarkiness on hold occasionally and just be glad I have this life. It's pretty fucking good despite my weather forecasting joints.