January 1, 2017
Last week a Christmas web log post, this week a New Year’s post. I’m sensing a holiday theme running through these scribblings of mine. None of this sort of consistency for me. I hereby declare a halt to holidays for the immediate future so I can write about other subjects.
So let it be written, so let it be done.
Yesterday MBW, the HA, and I stripped the tree of ornamentation, leaving a drying pine husk in the living room. Today I took it outside and dismembered it with a saw, then stuffed the limbs and sections of the trunk in the yard debris bin. I felt like a criminal in an unproduced episode of CSI: Arbor Day.
We didn’t make it to midnight. That just isn’t in the cards when one has a three-year old who wakes early. Unless one is a masochist, which I am not. Nonetheless, we celebrated the passing of the old year and incipient arrival of the new with a bottle of prosecco.
So, farewell 2016. Hello 2017. Traditionally this demands the making of resolutions. I’m not going to do it. I’m pretty comfortable right now, happy with work and life. But, as too much comfort can lead to stagnation, I suppose I should at least develop some aspirations. Thus for 2017:
At least one more novel published
Complete another (at least a first draft)
Outline yet one more
Get a concrete slab poured so I can set up the grill
Travel someplace new
There. To what more can man possible aspire?
Happy New Year, readers.