Jeepers, creepers—there goes another one . . .
I’ve been soaking in the last few days of 2013 for all I’m worth. You know, eating copious amounts of delectable treats, sipping warm beverages, gazing at what remains of the twinkling lights.
And since I wouldn’t want a brand new year thinking I’m a complete flop, right from the start, I spent some time cleaning and organizing. It was nothing short of amazing all I managed to throw out: Wee toys I’ve been saving for nieces or nephews, in the off chance they move back to the states and want to come stay for a bit with their auntie—gone! Pink leather purse (and by leather I mean man made materials from China, naturally) barely holding on—distant memory! Silk pants from the 80s—OK, I actually kept those. You’ve got to draw a line somewhere, and apparently I draw mine with the drawstring of black silk pants from the 80s.
Of course, amidst it all, I’ve been taking stock of the year, as we are wont to do on such occasions.
Looking back, it seems I’ve become quite smitten with the bare branches of trees and the colors of the sky. From the looks of photos snapped throughout the year, it seems I’ve done a lot of looking up. Not such a bad thing, mind you, especially considering the rest of the goings on of the year . . .
In 2013, family members faced medical crises, I started a new job, and my cat discovered his cloak of invisbility.
Much to my chagrin, 2013 served several helpings of humble pie–including this rather humiliating episode (sadly, I do not make these things up).
But it tempered the humiation with celebrations–2013 was the year of milestone birthdays, and any number of smaller occassions–each uniquely worthy of a raised glass, laughter, and confetti.
And let’s not forget the road trips–or the time travel.
In other words, it was a year much like any other. I’m glad it paid us visit–I hope it offers some good advice to the newbie taking its place . . .