Today, I am thankful for newspapers.
Some habits are too hard to break. I know I'm dating myself by admitting that for over 45 years, reading the newspaper has been an integral part of my morning ritual.
As a second grader, I first discovered the Los Angeles Times' comics section and learned to follow the LA Dodgers during baseball season. Whenever I moved to another city, one of the first things I'd do is subscribe to the local papers.
Even though my favorite newspapers boast online editions with up-to-the-minute stories and archives, I prefer the hardcopy versions. Must be a sensory thing. I can't imagine life without:
- The thud newspapers make each morning as they land on the driveway.
- Removing the paper from the plastic sleeve (we use the sleeve to pick-up T's poops in.the park).
- Opening the paper to the front page so I can read the morning headline.
- Holding the paper open with both hands so I can study a fascinating photo spread.
- The familiar rustling sound of thin newsprint as I turn the pages and smooth the wrinkles.
- Clipping a well-written article or a really tempting recipe for safekeeping in a file.
- Clipping a favorite cartoon (usually involving a dog) for posting on the refrigerator door.
For this blessing, I am grateful.