So, here in troubled Nepal not only do I have to not grizzle about cold food or dark rooms, but I have to mine the narrow winding pathways of happenstance to find specific, often fleeting positive events, for myself or others for which I am exhorted to give grateful thanks and unending praise.
So I can sit in the slightly sunnier corner, unwashed haired, surrounded by coughing spluttering children, drinking tepid tea from the thermos, and ‘be thankful’ but I have to do a few theological and causational gymnastics to come up with an honest grateful sentence.
Bloodyminded stubbornness comes in handy.
Dammit, I will be thankful there was no milk today, because I didn’t have the hot water for tea anyway, neither was there any water in the tank to wash a single dirty mug, so really I’ve just been saved substantial trouble!!