September 16

I am grateful for sunny crisp fall evenings, and views of cityscapes and rivers and bridges.

I am grateful for old spaces made new, for history, repurposed.

I am grateful for Drum Corps, all that energy and youth and rhythm; it is contagious.

I am grateful for exuberant children dancing and clapping and running, heedless of  anything in their way.  For their spirit and the smiles they bring to every face that passes by.

I am grateful for public spaces and festival-days and crowds of friendly strangers sharing a place in time.

I am grateful for the Drawing Room, which continues to be the best part of the Ingenuity Festival as far as I am concerned.

I am grateful for patient and flexible kids who accept a dinner of granola bars and goldfish, long car rides through the city, and a late bedtime without complaint, so that we can run off and feel the pulse of our city for an evening, and share it with them.

I am grateful that tomorrow is Saturday and that we have filled it with plans for fun and shopping and maybe even dinner out for Nat and I.  Who needs time to clean, anyways?

I am grateful that I am not trying to entertain the queen this weekend, that's for sure.