Last year, I wrote this piece, calling the upcoming year TwoThousand and Shelve (or TwentyShelve). It was a year to put aside things done or things we ache over or things that have caused us hurt over the years. I’d like to think I’ve done quite a bit of that, and, thus, accomplished my goal. I also realize I was a lot more amusing a year ago than I am now.
Lots of things have happened to both myself and those in my life, both 3D and in my BlogHood. I’ve watched friends wrapped in joy (I’ll Sleep When They’re Grown and ….& Squatch Makes Three) with the arrival of new babies (welcome, A2 and Squatch!), friends who have gone through a tough year (they know who they are, no links given), friends who’ve made me laugh (all of you!!) and cry (a few). I’ve seen jobs come and go, a novel written, and bloggers go on semi-hiatus (Lisa and Harper).
I’ve met new friends, including Le Clown and his group of carnies, and dropped a few from my blogroll (as if they noticed!).
I’ve gone back to the zoo–still no lions, tigers or elephants. I’ve no idea where the hell they’ve hidden those animals, but, I’m starting to eye the snack stand and refused to have a hot dog on our last trip there. One never knows, do one?
I didn’t get a dog, it wasn’t fair to DC. If I’m truthful, it’s more than I want to take on just now. Cats are a breeze, dogs require a bit more work, and I’m not emotionally prepared to do that just now.
I saw my Aunt Lee and she and I had great fruitcake along with tea and more than one glass of sipped whiskey. It was my best vacay in years. I won’t consider life without her in it–I pray I won’t have to face life without her in it for a long, long time.
I’ve made some peace with Surviving Parent. Not a ton, but, some.
I continue to think I have the best kids ever, even if they don’t understand the inheritibility of the Piece of Cloth Touched by a Christian that was left to me. They still insist I should leave it to the other one. I’m fortunate that SonInLaw is also a keeper, and a hell of a man to put up with me as a relative he’s attached to by marriage.
I’ve openly admitted my bi-polar disorder, something I’ve hidden away, opening up to only a handful either in 3D Land or in the ‘Hood. I found out I won’t be shunned–that’s a good thing. I learned long ago some people don’t grasp my way of thinking or speaking or how the flow of my words follows my restless mind.
I’m taking all I learned, and putting it into 2013 (the first year since 1987 with all different numbers in the date!). I plan on going out more, seeing Aunt Lee again, trying my hand at various artistic endeavors, seeing more movies, reading more books, being kinder. I don’t see myself as a giving person nor one who is particularly kind, so, that last bit is important to me.
I wish all of you a wonderous year to come. I love New Year’s Day! It’s all about possibilities and potential. A chance to take a deep breath and imagine good things. The year of Shelving is done. Let’s focus on what is to before us–finding joy in the fact the Mayans were wrong.