Getting started
Three days in and all’s well!
Not to brag or anything, but we actually stayed up to see the new year in. Something of a miracle, that. At the very least, I cannot recall the last time I stayed up past midnight without languishing on the couch in a rather dismal state.
And I’ll tell you now, 2018 did not exit stage left without its quirks.
I, of course, had to have one last {inappropriate} fit of laughter. We went to the home of friends, you see; we were playing a game of cards. It was all rather grown-up and subdued . . . except every time I moved a certain way, my chair made a most unfortunate noise. That was my chair, I finally exclaimed. Then it struck me hilarious. Our hosts did not seem to sense the hilarity; so I tried to apologize, which caused me to laugh all the harder. Sigh.
And my honey? Well, he was kind enough to take the Jeep and fill it up with gas while I got ready for the to-do. Whilst there, he was solicited {for a tryst, if you will} by another fellow. I can only imagine the look on his face was something akin to the eagle’s in this print.
Speaking of which, don’t you just love that handsome bird? I happened upon PrintsArtPassion quite by accident, and I’m smitten. One of these days, one of those prints shall be at home in my home. Just you wait and see . . .
In the meantime, I hope your year is off to a grand start. And may a hint of celebration carry through, all weekend long!
xo
Happy New Year!
Nothing quite says ‘Happy New Year’ like a dashing fellow sporting a finely kept mustache, leaning ever so gingerly upon a vase of brightly hued blooms, holding a piglet.
Ah, vintage postcards . . .
The older I get the more I find solace in their quirkiness. It’s as if those of the past whisper, “Never fear, love–we had crazy, too.”
Speaking of which, if I had to choose a word for 2018, that would be it: crazy. From headlines to all manner of “offense,” it seemed positively batty. And rather than ignore it (as I’m wont to do), I chose to spiral down the rabbit hole . . . reading articles and posts from both sides of debate; scratching my head, shaking my head, and, occasionally, bursting forth in nervous laughter.
Here’s what I learned from the whole experience: that will never do.
So my goal for 2019 is quite simple. I intend to step off the crazy train.
To start, we’ve cancelled cable. We intend to fill those hours reading and writing, maybe partaking in a rousing game of cribbage, or hand and foot.
And I plan to be more intentional. To do what I can, where I am: to shake off excess; organize; have faith; keep in touch.
Do wish me luck. It certainly won’t be smooth sailing; after all, I spent a good year being appalled into inaction; and therefore, something of a flake. . . . also, I’ve already lost the address book I purchased.
But I’m nothing if not determined.
With that, I return the favor. Happy New Year, my friend–and best of luck to you!
