Wrangler Dani

I haven’t written here in a while. Honestly, I’ve been writing so much elsewhere that writing anything, even things that need to be said to keep my sanity, sounded like the worst idea ever.

However, I’m here, drawn by the ennui of a Wednesday morning and the urge to say something from the heart, to not let my life rush past me in a flurry of emails and phone calls and meetings and endless coffee, but to stop and savor, now and then. So, in the spirit of Thanksgiving, I’m going to try to blog every day about something I’m grateful for, through November. We all know that my poor blog gets neglected easily in the flurry of everyone else’s, but gratitude is always worth pursuing, is it not?

So, today I’m thankful for: Coupons.

Yesterday I dropped off my dry-cleaning with a coupon, and last night, Adam and I walked to a nearby restaurant we hadn’t tried yet, because we had a coupon. It makes me sound old, sure, and every time we slip that little square of shiny paper in the bill at a restaurant I feel a little lame. But it gives us an excuse to try something new, and it saves us a little money while we’re at it.

(By the way, the place we tried last night bills itself as “the restaurant for everyone”. Try to be the spot for everyone and you wind up being the spot for no one, as it turns out. There’s a life-lesson in there somewhere, I know it.)

Anyway, my little old lady habit of clipping coupons saved us some money on a mediocre dinner, we had great conversation, we held hands and we ran daringly across the highway rather than walk to the light to cross. I’d say that coupon gave us a good night, all in all.