Home » News
Home » News

Ann Cannon: Shorter days, potential cheesiness and gratitude

Published October 15, 2011 8:50 am

Ann Cannon • Being happy for things both great and small.
This is an archived article that was published on sltrib.com in 2011, and information in the article may be outdated. It is provided only for personal research purposes and may not be reprinted.

First, let me say thanks to everyone who contacted me with possible shoe sightings. (See last week's column if you're confused.) My favorite tip came from reader Ruth who spotted a stray shoe sitting on a fire hydrant at the intersection of 1300 East and 2600 South in Salt Lake City.

"It's been there for quite a while," she said.

Sadly, the shoe didn't fit. But still! I'm very grateful to all of you for having my back.

And speaking of gratitude, this is the time of year when I start busting out the old gratitude journal.

I know! Potential cheesiness!

But here's the deal. As the days shorten, my brain starts feeling like a sponge full of spreading black ink.

I hate that my brain feels this way, because it's just so stupid and also lame. Clearly, autumn is a splendid time of year, full of colored leaves and caramel apples and cute guys trotting around in shoulder pads. I want to savor the season instead of going, "Oh no! The Twilight of the Gods is just around the corner!"

(For those of you who weren't in Miss Nelson's senior English class, Twilight of the Gods refers to the Viking belief that every one of their major gods — Thor, Loki, Odin, all four members of ABBA — would eventually freeze to death and die.)

Vikings! Always looking on the bright side!

Anyway. I do what I can to dispel the gathering gloom. Run a lot. Read P.G. Wodehouse. Sit under lights to trick my brain into thinking the days are longer, because apparently you can trick brains like that, thus making them a supremely stupid organ.

And I keep a daily gratitude journal to remind myself how very fortunate I really am.

Sometimes it can be hard to generate a list. I remember one day in January when the only thing I could come up with was this: "I'm grateful I'm not Prince Charles because then I would be married to Camilla who, according to the National Enquirer, is not overly scrupulous about changing her underwear."

Most days, however, I can reel off a much, much longer list. In fact, watch me do it right now!

Today I am happy for these things great and small: October light slanting through my bedroom window. A garden full of roses still in bloom. Late crickets. Squash baking in the oven. A Red Sox-free World Series (sorry, Kiel). Cheeseburgers with raw onions. A stack full of TBR detective novels. Pictures of my kids everywhere I look. Email. Handwritten snail mail.

But wait! There's more! Dogs. Dogs with warm coats because they've been lounging in the sun. Cats that purr just because you look at them. TV friends old (Alicia Florrick, Ron Swanson, pretty much the entire cast of "Modern Family") and new (that awesomely crazy girl on "Revenge" who's out to get everybody who lives in the Hamptons). Real live friends. The improving health of a son. Sunday Night Football (although my Eagles! WHAT?!). Instant access to all kinds of music. Morning radio. Hardcopy newspapers. Newspaper readers.

And, of course, the in-laws and the outlaws and everyone else who's family.

See how it works? I'll feel better soon. And if I don't, I'll feel better in the spring. You can take that to the bank.

Ann Cannon can be reached at acannon@sltrib.com or facebook.com/columnistcannon






Reader comments on sltrib.com are the opinions of the writer, not The Salt Lake Tribune. We will delete comments containing obscenities, personal attacks and inappropriate or offensive remarks. Flagrant or repeat violators will be banned. If you see an objectionable comment, please alert us by clicking the arrow on the upper right side of the comment and selecting "Flag comment as inappropriate". If you've recently registered with Disqus or aren't seeing your comments immediately, you may need to verify your email address. To do so, visit disqus.com/account.
See more about comments here.
comments powered by Disqus