How did that happen? I wasn’t done with the old year before it got pushed off into wherever old years go – history, memory, wherever. Fine! I’ll just start all over. Again.
I do hope this year will bring better news than last year, although it doesn’t seem to be starting off auspiciously. I’m just hoping that start doesn’t end with a bang.
What will we all do with another year, do you suppose? I’ll undoubtedly spend it like I spend most of my years nowadays. Doing my thing, enjoying my family, my friends, my furry kids. Grumping about Washington and that ilk all over the world. Looking for hope, peace, unity. Knowing we’re all human so I should temper my expectations.
That was not the direction this post was intended to go, as much sense of a direction as I generally have when I start typing. Most of what I do is stream of consciousness, go with the flow kind of writing. But I did have some concept of words I wanted to put down – before I started, that is. Not sure where my thoughts go when I need them, but they apparently have a safe place to hide from me. Like the safe places I put things. Do you do that? Find a place that seems perfectly logical when you’re putting something away, and then have no idea where that is when you need them again? Yeah, I do that all the time. My current mystery is where the heck I put the little adhesive thingys for the nosepiece of my glasses so it won’t slide down every time I look or bend down. I have looked and looked, to no avail. Someday maybe they’ll turn up – in a perfectly logical place.
Last night I had TV on – it was on, but I seemed to be mostly dozing through the programs I had chosen. There was one I wanted to watch, but it was two hours long and since I was already dozing off, I decided I should just record it and watch tonight. Then I was awake. Wide awake. Another of life’s mysteries? How and why does that happen? Perhaps to keep me on my toes so I don’t get complacent. or something.
Anyone need stuff? Like the stuff I have in my bookcases? Books, none of them fiction because those are all gone now – coffee table books, how-to-books, what to do when the year 1999 ends because we all know that’s the end of the world – everyone needs one of those in 2020, don’t they? Whatever do you do with old books anyway? That room has become my craft room, and I want to remove the bookshelves and create a more effective storage unit for all my craft stuff. Because my craft changes often, which means I have a large and varied supply of supplies.
I think that should end this ramble, but I wanted to let you all – those of you out there who actually read this dribble I write – know that I think of you often, I appreciate your visits, your comments, your “likes”. Thank you for being you. I hope that, in this new year, all of you have enough.