Happy New Year. Did y’all survive the ball drop? We have such mild weather here it seemed very much like a damp evening in October. Meh. Yesterday I hit the ground running with the take down of all Christmas trim. Minus the tree which I didn’t have the energy to tackle. Plus there’s that whole ‘Epiphany’ thang and if this is indeed the last year of existence according to the Mayan calendar I want to be right with lil’ baby Jesus. Just saying.

A young friend who has more smarts about him than I do at this over-the-hill age suggested that everyone write themselves a ‘new year’ letter. One writes about their accomplishments and victories of the past year while noting goals and objectives for the new year. I suppose the scenario illustrates a feel good moment for what one has overcome while providing a short list of new reasons to get out of bed. It sounds like a self-empowering OPRAH idea as we sometimes lose sight of small victories in our hustle-bustle world. Too, it’s good to commit to paper some notion of what challenges/desires are up ahead. Mostly I’d just like my closets cleaned and organized, the real ones — and the emotional ones, too.

It’s gently snowing now; just blustery snow that won’t amount to much at all but it’s covering the rooftops and alley-ways beneath my windows. And where was this bit of winter wonderland LAST week when I really wanted it? Nada. Zip. On the plus side we’re skating into January minus any snow accumulation to date. Maybe the next three months will fly by with moderate snowfall. Probably not though.

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