Today is the last day of 2006.
It’s the day that marks the end of the year in which Elder Daughter moved from Cambridge, Massatoozis to Washington, D.C. The year in which we welcomed a new niece, Madison Ann.
It is also a year that several friends and acquaintances did not live to see out.
Gravel-Voice Larry. Howard. Joe. Rob Smith. Their absence leaves an empty space in our lives.
I always joke about bad times, saying: Like Kidney-Stones, this, too, shall pass. Kidney-Stones, indeed. Had me one of those this year, too.
And yet...there were plenty of good times, too. It was a year in which I got to meet a lot of fascinating people, many through my Online Journaling activities. You Blown-Eyeds and Blown-Star Blodgers know who you are.
This was the year in which She Who Must Be Obeyed had her long-dreaded jaw surgery. Now that it’s over with - and with the prospect of getting those braces off in another month or two - she feels and looks a whole lot better. Not that any improvement was needed, mind you.
She Who Must Be Obeyed: This year’s model.
Long-time readers of this site know that December 31 is a special day for me and SWMBO: it is the anniversary of the day we met in the waning hours of 1975. And so it is - as it has been these past 31 years - far more than a simple New Year’s Eve for me.
We don’t have a whole lot planned. Dinner with a few good friends...and with both Elder Daughter and the Mistress of Sarcasm, a rare and special treat. Meeting up with a few more good friends afterwards. A few Adult Beverages thrown into the mix...but not so much that I cannot enjoy the company of the woman I have loved for so many years, or the wonderful children we are privileged to share.
On December 31, I prefer to spend more time thinking about the year to come than the year just past, for what is past is past. We cannot change it now, but we can, to the extent our puny human abilities permit us, affect what happens next.
Happy New Year, Esteemed Readers. May “what happens next” be happy, safe, and healthy for you and your loved ones, without limit to any good thing.
It’s the day that marks the end of the year in which Elder Daughter moved from Cambridge, Massatoozis to Washington, D.C. The year in which we welcomed a new niece, Madison Ann.
It is also a year that several friends and acquaintances did not live to see out.
Gravel-Voice Larry. Howard. Joe. Rob Smith. Their absence leaves an empty space in our lives.
I always joke about bad times, saying: Like Kidney-Stones, this, too, shall pass. Kidney-Stones, indeed. Had me one of those this year, too.
And yet...there were plenty of good times, too. It was a year in which I got to meet a lot of fascinating people, many through my Online Journaling activities. You Blown-Eyeds and Blown-Star Blodgers know who you are.
This was the year in which She Who Must Be Obeyed had her long-dreaded jaw surgery. Now that it’s over with - and with the prospect of getting those braces off in another month or two - she feels and looks a whole lot better. Not that any improvement was needed, mind you.
She Who Must Be Obeyed: This year’s model.
Long-time readers of this site know that December 31 is a special day for me and SWMBO: it is the anniversary of the day we met in the waning hours of 1975. And so it is - as it has been these past 31 years - far more than a simple New Year’s Eve for me.
We don’t have a whole lot planned. Dinner with a few good friends...and with both Elder Daughter and the Mistress of Sarcasm, a rare and special treat. Meeting up with a few more good friends afterwards. A few Adult Beverages thrown into the mix...but not so much that I cannot enjoy the company of the woman I have loved for so many years, or the wonderful children we are privileged to share.
On December 31, I prefer to spend more time thinking about the year to come than the year just past, for what is past is past. We cannot change it now, but we can, to the extent our puny human abilities permit us, affect what happens next.
Happy New Year, Esteemed Readers. May “what happens next” be happy, safe, and healthy for you and your loved ones, without limit to any good thing.
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