Happy Thanksgiving, folks.
2009 reminds me of the year my sister had her son, David.
She hated just about everything involved with baby care, especially getting up in the middle of the night, so she somehow convinced her husband it was his duty. Clever woman.
One major factor in helping carry her through the drudgery, which much of baby care is, was the thought that as every day passed, that was one less day she had to spend changing diapers and getting up in the middle of the night.
That’s 2009. Here we are, staring at 35 days until 2010, and I, for one, look forward to it.
It’s been a very tough year for just about everybody, so let’s be thankful it’s nearly over.
I try not to be one of those folks who writes a sappy Thanksgiving Day column, but since it’s my privilege to have the Thursday slot for these ramblings, the responsibility falls my way to make the best of it.
Quite naturally, I’m thankful for family, friends and a job.
Journal Publishing Co. is a unique duck in the newspaper business. Because we’re owned by the nonprofit, CREATE, we don’t face the same make-money pressures that have been so nasty upon our sisters elsewhere.
Now, that’s not to say we don’t want to make a profit. We aim to be a successful business like everybody else, but we don’t have corporate moguls in some faraway glass-and-steel headquarters working their calculators all day long.
We’ve ratcheted down, lived with a hiring freeze and cut costs every way for Sunday. It hasn’t meant that we’re cruising through 2009, but it’s meant that folks like me have kept their jobs so that we can get out there finding out about things we think you need to know.
Thanks to all you subscribers, street-box buyers and Web site visitors for your support through times when you’re counting your pennies.
I also appreciate the many interesting comments in person, via phone, e-mail or on my blog about the work I’ve been doing.
Most of them are positive. Many offer new ideas or information to look into. And some, quite frankly, are nasty.
But hey, as long as folks have something to say, we’re all alive and keeping our gray-matter busy.
One other thought about thankfulness.
I gotta say this past weekend at a truly unforgettable football game in Oxford, it was my supreme pleasure, in some weird universe, to observe some truly awful fashion decisions.
While that may sound contradictory, it isn’t, if you’re just want to be entertained.
Of course, The Grove is still a place to see the Beautiful People.
But ladies, when did leggings ever really look good on anybody but a small child, especially as the primary fashion piece?
Granted, they are warm. So are tights.
But please just don’t throw a top on with a belt and those tall boots and think it’s working.
I’m getting too old to sustain may more hours of shock and awe. Throw ’em out with the turkey carcass, before you consider wearing them again.
That’s my Thanksgiving advice.
Contact Patsy Brumfield at firstname.lastname@example.org, or call her at (662) 678-1596.
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