Tomorrow is Thanksgiving! I hope you are enjoying time with your loved ones. For my final 100 things post (see the first and second), I thought it would be nice to honor a living being who, while an active part of my live, doesn’t really play quite as important a role as my parents or my boyfriend! Anyone who has a pet will probably tell you they are thankful for that furry (feathery, scaly) member of their family! I will be the first to admit, however, that tortoises are weird pets. To be honest, coming up with a list of ten reasons was a little bit tricky! It’s not that I don’t appreciate McCoy, but he mostly eats lettuce and sits around a lot.
Here are ten reasons I am thankful for the tortoise:
- He has quite the personality. I never thought that reptiles would be that interesting as pets, but he has moods and quirks just like any other animal.
- He is clean (you know, when it comes to bodily functions). He is also free of disease; lots of reptiles (iguanas, turtles, etc) have some pretty nasty stuff going on.
- He is so photogenic. Even with my less-than-stellar photography skills, he usually looks fabulous.
- It is strangely comforting to have him around. He’s not like a dog or anything, but his presence is still very calming. He enjoys being held and having his shell stroked.
- He makes me laugh. He has the funniest sneezes and occasionally tries to mate with shoes, which is as disturbing as it is hilarious.
- He will outlive both Tj and I, assuming he remains in good health. How crazy is that?
- He’s really picky. I guess it’s weird that I’m thankful for this, but it makes my life interesting. I try to introduce new foods, and the grumpy stare I am usually met with just cracks me up. See #5. Oh my gosh! We recently bought some “tortoise salad dressing” (I know, what?), and he actually ate the lettuce I drizzled with it. I almost cried. I see photos of other tortoises eating crazy fruits and veg, and I am always really jealous!
- The thought of building an outdoor summertime tort habitat thrills me! I can’t wait to move into Tj’s house. We do have to be really careful about ants, however, as tortoises have absolutely no defense against ant bites (the more you know!).
- He travels really well. He has been on two 3+ hour drives, now, and fared amazingly during both. He slept the whole way and settled into his new habitats easily.
- He really enjoys listening to Creedence Clearwater Revival and Tom Petty. He is that cool.
Tell me about your pets and why you love them! I am under the impression that small dogs are the pet for the hip blogging girl, and I would love to someday join the ranks with a beagle, but McCoy makes my day, every day.
+ If you have any questions about taking care of tortoises, feel free to shoot me an e-mail or leave a comment! I would (and Tj would, too, I’m sure!) be happy to answer!
PS. tortoise cozies
- He is a problem solver.
- He’s a socially well-adjusted nerd. He plays Dungeons & Dragons, watches obscure anime, and has an absolutely ridiculous collection of paperbacks, but he also functions as a nice-smelling member of society. I have been acquainted to many a nerdy gentleman; there is a lot to be said for this.
- He makes me laugh.
- He encourages me. He has supported many of even my most passing dreams and ideas.
- He is not a knight in shining armor. He is a beautiful and flawed human being, and that is so much better.
- He genuinely values my help and advice; I value his.
- He challenges me to be a better version of myself.
- I can absolutely, 100% see myself growing old with this person.
- He is the best person to travel with.
- I have loved every single book and movie he has ever suggested to me.
There are so many more reasons. There are more than I could ever think to write down. I am certain that every person is thankful for his or her partner, and I imagine that even some of the reasons are the same as my own, but I still consider myself incredibly fortunate to have this particular fellow in my life.
I am also feeling thankful that he will be home for this holiday (and probably Christmas, too)!
Earlier this year, I made a list of 100 things I feel thankful for. For me, there is always so much to be thankful for, so much left unlisted. Making the list was both comforting and thought-provoking. I thought for Thanksgiving this year I would elaborate on a few of the more important things.
Ten Reasons I am thankful for my parents:
- My mom and dad were both very creative people, and they encouraged creativity in me. I wrote and I painted, I sewed and sculpted. I still do.
- When I was very young, my mother made me truly believe that I could accomplish anything and be anyone. I lost that confidence as I grew older, but I am so thankful that as a little girl I had that much belief in myself. So many people are knocked down from the start.
- I am fairly certain my father is a genius. Genuine.
- When my mother died, I was sixteen, and I know I was a brat. I am sad that I lost my mother during such a pivotal phase of my life, and that she died before I could grow up and become the person who I am today. But I knew at the time, even though our relationship was strained, that she would always have my back. We bickered constantly, but we never forgot to say “I love you.” That means so much to me, now.
- My parents trusted me, and I trusted them. They trusted me to make the right decisions for myself, and were there when I didn’t do quite that. My dad, especially, has been there for the most difficult turns.
- My mother encouraged my anime obsession. She helped me dream up cosplay ideas, and I remember decorating her hospital room wall with Sailor Moon sticker dolls after she had her heart attack.
- My father encouraged my “goth” phase. What a sweetheart. I wanted purple hair, he suggested blue. He bought me a coffin shaped jewelry box for my sixteenth birthday, drew cobwebs on the brown paper package, and wrote my name in “spooky” lettering.
- There were periods of time during my childhood when I know money was a serious issue. I never really felt it. I always had what I needed. I respect my mom and dad so much for this. They must have been hurting.
- They were both (and still, in my father’s case) amazing note and letter writers.
- Without them, I wouldn’t be me. For good and for bad, I am their daughter. This life is incredible: sometimes weird, sometimes sad, but incredible nonetheless.
We’ve reached the final installment of One Hundred Things! That’s not to say that I don’t have one million things to be thankful for, though, every day. When you get right down to it, I’m thankful for life in general, honestly, and being allowed to know and experience all of these things. Now that I’ve written this list, I don’t consider that a cop-out answer!
- leftover lunches
- salt water in my hair and on my skin
- that I was taught how to mail a letter, balance a checkbook, do my own laundry
- that I grew up before cell phones
- always having choices
- my llama wool socks (a gift from my mother)
- Vermont fairs
- being told, as a child, that everything I did made a difference
(and I still believe that everything does)
** I know I mentioned it early on, but I am so completely thankful for my Dad. Happy Father’s Day to all the wonderful fathers, husbands, brothers, sons I know. ♥
It’s been a while since I’ve done this! I left off on a weird number with my last post, so I’ll continue from there and even things out.
- my new address (11 1/2 … feels like magic)
- my favorite coffee/tea mug
- old photographs
- used bookstores and the book department at Goodwill
- people who are open, honest, and brave in the face of mental illness
- fried green beans (oven baked is also worthy)
- big sketchbooks
- my high school Latin classes
I was feeling a bit petulant, earlier, like a bratty toddler. I was grumpy and missing my boyfriend and feeling/acting ugly. A walk and iced coffee soothed most of my grievances, but sometimes I guess you just need to have a day. I’m thankful this was a day I could keep entirely to myself. I hate feeling that way and taking it out on the people I care about, because as hard as I try, sometimes it really just can’t be helped. As evening falls, I am feeling quite a bit better. Tomorrow will be a day to do good and get things done.
Thanks for stopping by. My name is Naomi, and this space is made of girldust. This blog is a picture of my comfortably scattered life on the coast of Maine. I'm trying to be a slightly better version of myself every day. I like old houses, reading, the ocean, ghost stories, and museums. You can learn a little bit more about me here.