So much for which to be thankful -- family and friends, food, a warm house. Today, Thanksgiving Day, we'll celebrate all of that, and be ever so grateful.
Those thoughts were running through my mind yesterday afternoon as I wrapped up my work day early. Also going through my mind was how thankful I am to be living here in San Francisco, with my husband -- and how much I needed to step away from my computer and get some exercise. So, when my husband moved his car out of the garage to free up his spot for our granddaughter's use (a truly great guy, don't you think?), I asked him to drop me off at Lyon Street so I could run in the Presidio.
Imagine -- this is November, and I'm out in T-shirt and yoga pants, enjoying the quietness of the trails as I jogged past Lover's Lane, Julius Kahn playground, the Presidio golf course, and Rob Hill campground to reach Immigrant Point with its view of the Pacific Ocean and Marin County headlands. The sun was low in the sky, the shadows long, the day at its quiet point--not hard to imagine immigrants arriving from across the vast sea, from China, Japan, Korea, the Philippines to begin a new life here.
My run home took me through a Presidio housing development, past the wine bunkers (great re-purposing of former ammunition bunkers!) and back to the Julius Kahn playground. From there, city streets lead me back home, and I welcomed the lights as I jogged past Alta Plaza, Fillmore Street, and Pacific Heights mansions.
Truly, much for which to be thankful--even this morning's stiff muscles!