I'll be flying back to New Mexico tomorrow (Thanksgiving Day) so have decided to celebrate the holiday by counting my blessings instead of counting calories. Topping the list are my two sons who presently live in Oregon and with whom I've been visiting during the past two weeks. My father and sisters are also in Oregon, as well as cousins and other friends and relations. It's a delight to visit the Pacific Northwest at any time of the year. That we're all still upright and on the ground, relatively healthy, and usually lots of fun to be with is truly something to be thankful for. As our lives change and we get older, our traditions also change. It seems to be less important to have prepared an enormous turkey with all the trimmings than it is to be gathered around a warm fire with smiles on our faces and love in our hearts. It's good to be alive.