I’m grateful for a gorgeous, sunny morning. I’m grateful for lunch with an officer in the United States Navy. I’m grateful for a meeting with a sponsee. I’m grateful for all of the nice things people say. I’m grateful for little bits of adventure. I’m grateful to not have the tax consequences associated with winning the lottery. I’m grateful to be sober today.
Welcome to Saturday. As you can see, the harvest from my fancy Italian strawberry plants has doubled and I will likely soon be having a strawberry very-shortcake type-of-thing.1 I saw this yesterday and it made my day because it combines two of my favorite things New Yorker cartoons and dogs2:
I believe I’ve mentioned that I’m very much a dog-person in a previous edition of the gratitude list. I think this is readily apparent upon meeting me3 and I try to make it easier, with lots of visual cues, like these New Yorker cartoons on my actual refrigerator:
I know that many of you are cat-lovers and I respect that choice.4 Another choice I respect is reading the Liner Notes for Episode 18:
I have no updates on Kareem or Jeff Tweedy and I also did not win the Mega Millions lottery last night. Are you surprised that me, the son of a statistics professor and all-around pretty remorselessly logical person, plunked down a bunch of money at the newsstand yesterday? I know the odds are quite long, but I also know that someone is eventually going to win that money, and, no offense, but I think it might as well be me. Actual text exchange with my daughter yesterday:
Me: Earlier today, it was possible that I had more than $1 billion in my pocket.
Her: Ha Ha Ha5 You bought more lottery tickets.
Me: You say that like it’s a bad thing—the drawing is tonight
Her: So you could still have a billion dollars in your pocket
Me: I didn’t think it was safe to carry around that kind of money
Me: So I hid it in the desk drawer.
The good news for all of you is that since I will not be spending today hiring new tax and financial advisers and browsing islands for sale, I’ll be able to finish editing Episode 19 of Breakfast with an Alcoholic—which I might add, will fall into the humdinger, instant classic category of Breakfast with an Alcoholic. Why, you ask? Because it features my sponsor, Tommy.6 I hope you like some tough love with your pancakes, because you know I do!
Thanks for Letting Me Share.
If our goal today is accuracy, we should probably describe it as a bite or morsel type-of thing. If you do have recipes that call for up to 1 tsp of strawberries, please let me know.
I had a pretty great day even without these cartoons and even though I didn’t win the lottery last night, since I got to have lunch with my favorite officer in the entire U.S. Navy.
My secret nickname is dog-related and that’s all I’m going to say.
You do know cats literally have mind-control abilities?
I believe the spaces denote sarcasm and make this more of a slow-clap thing.
Am I required to say nice things about my Sponsor? Unless you are one of my sponsees, I think the answer is technically “no,” but could it hurt?
More later! ( if there *is* a later)