My Coffee Cup Runneth Over

Unknown As I sit in bed, spilled Maxwell House all over me, good to the last drop, a phrase Teddy Roosevelt coined by the way, I’m thinking about Thanksgiving waiting patiently in the wings.

It’s the day gratitude is the guest of honor at one’s table, or at least should be.

Giving and receiving, sharing what you have, big or small, rate high on this fine day.

I finally told a friend, who loves to give but can’t receive, it’s high time she made an adjustment.

When you don’t allow someone to give to you, you’re denying them the privilege of doing so.

Like in the St. Francis’s Prayer for Peace...for it is in giving, that we receive, but you need to have the grace to say yes to someone else’s thoughtfulness when it rears its lovely head.

Not easy for my friend who turns scarlet anytime you do anything for her.

But back to gratitude. I’ve made my annual list that bulges with an array of blessings, boons, benefits and gifts…those daily benedictions…strokes of good luck ranging from…sun, shelter, sustenance and that pair’a shoes on sale at Saks.

The fact I’m still running, writing, reading and writhing in good cheer poised where my feet are, armed with grace even though I’m alone and turkey-less, this turkey deserves a round of applause.

Of course, I have pulp guests at my table who show up every year…Huck Finn, the Darcys, Kurt Vonnegut, Anne Lamott and Nora Ephron, all responsible for my eternal desire to write.

Diane Vreeland once told Jackie Kennedy, elegance is refusal.

So, I’ll cut and paste that into my attitude, refusing to be anything but grateful on Thanksgiving Day, even donning my pearls in tribute to all the muses in my life…

Nora, Anne, Jackie, Jane, Audrey, Mr. Vonnegut, Mr. Twain and Carmela the Basset Hound.

Oh yeah, and God, can’t forget him.

🙂

SB

 

 

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About Susannah Bianchi

I'm just a girl who likes to write slightly on slant. I've had a career in fashion, dabbled in film and to be honest, I don't like talking about myself. Now my posts are another matter so I will let them speak for themselves. My eBooks, A New York Diary, Model Behavior: Friends For Life and Notes From A Working Cat can be found on Amazon.com. Thanks.
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29 Responses to My Coffee Cup Runneth Over

  1. robprice59 says:

    Sounds like quite a party. May I inveigle an invite?

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  2. skinnyuz2b says:

    So often we think of what we want and don’t have that we forget to be thankful for what we do have. I am thankful for your reminder.
    I over did the cleaning yesterday in preparation for a hoard that really don’t care how clean my home is. My back is sore and I was feeling old. Well now I’ll be thankful I’m able to clean and cook and over do it now and then. So many of my friends have had knee or hip surgery. Others are in early stages of dementia of alzheimers. No more belly-aching from me.
    I am thankful I get to start my morning (after feeding the cat and making my Cafe Vienna) by reading your posts.

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    • It’s the small things Skinny that keep us safe and thriving. I too see so much illness and strife reminding myself despite things I kinda wish I had, I still have so much. Happy Thanksgiving to you, Pookie and all those you love. You’re certainly on my gratitude list, twice. 🙂

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      • skinnyuz2b says:

        While the entire family is here tomorrow we’re placing a headstone on Sam’s grave on the edge of the woods. Our baby dog passed away a month ago. So although it will be a sad occasion, we are thankful for the time we had with our little pound puppy. We’re not sure of his age, but think he was around 16 years. I guess the time after that and before dinner (4:00) will be like an Irish wake, because I’m making two batches of wine smoothies in addition to the usual beer and wine.
        Have a peaceful and thankful day.

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      • Awe Skinny. 16 Years…and I know they were happy ones for Sam, and for you. sigh

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  3. I got stuck at Maxwell House. Really? I can send an emergency package of Starbucks! Being a grateful accept-er of gifts is often harder than it seems. I don’t like gifts that feel forced. You know what they are. That thing they got from someone else that they don’t want but feel giving it to me will make them somehow sanctimonious. I like the unexpected and even the ridiculous as long as I can get a connection on why they got it for me! Still, giving is better.

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  4. You are one of the blessings I’ll be thankful for on Thanksgiving.

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  5. Sorryless says:

    SB,

    I mean, this is brilliant as per. But . . to be insufferably critical, which I am oftentimes guilty of, I must say. I didn’t take you for Maxwell House.

    Not judging, just saying.

    Love this.

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  6. How incredible it would be to have all of those characters at the table? I would probably be scarlet and tongue-tied … lol!
    I’m thankful to have you in my life every day ❤

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  7. Excellent! I would have a different set of people: Mark Twain (yes), then Ben Franklin, Ray Bradbury, Shakespeare, The Dali Lama, and Pam Grout.
    We shall dine, shan’t we?
    Scott

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  8. Vasca says:

    Like this. Life changes so quickly…these days my sweet husband is in Memory Care w/Parkinson’s among a few other things. It’s sad to watch him going down but I’m thankful he knows me and we are still able to communicate and love each other. Blessing galore no matter what. I’m totally thankful for what’s in my life.

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