Well, here we are at the last day of the year.
Always a time for introspection.
I spent a little time a day or two ago, reading through this little tiny diary I bought last January.
Not to be confused with my 'serious' journal that is several times this size! The above entry was all I could manage to say about my life over those couple of days. :-)
One of my resolutions for the new year is to pare down the number of journals I keep. At this writing, I have five.
(You are clearly out of your mind. At this point it's incontrovertible.)
Whatever makes you feel important ( ), go ahead and think it. I have other fish to fry.
(I heard scrambled eggs and biscuits were on the menu for tonight.)
You do not have a subtle bone in your punctuation do you?
(No.)
It's good to have that straight.
So tonight being New Year's Eve, I like to burn some of my Hobbit wood to celebrate.
It's a jealously guarded pile of small end pieces that I stack separately in the wood shed.
I hoard it like a good Hobbit should. It's half the size of the rest of the wood, and it's cute. And everyone knows I'm all about the cute.
But this is the one day I don't feel too bad letting some of it go into Bruce who can handle the biggest chunks of wood of any stove in the entire neighborhood. He may feel a little silly consuming such dainty bits of BTU.
However this is what I'm choosing to use to warm us on this cold, cold winter night, while we say farewell to 2015.
Here it is ready to do its job...
Tomorrow, I'm gearing up to make myself the mother of all lists.
I actually need to make LISTS of lists.
They won't be a thing of beauty that N. makes on her Excel program on the computer. Her spreadsheets take your breath away. . .
Somehow 2016 feels like a year I want to try to steer a little closer to my true north. I feel like I lost my grip on the wheel a few times in 2015, and by golly I want to be more of a Captain of my ship, and spend less time swabbing the dang decks.
I am not talking about controlling what rolls my way in life, I'm talking about how *I* roll when life happens. And I really want to be more focused on making time in my schedule for things that fill up my emotional well. That puppy almost went dry a couple of times this year. And it was my own fault for not paying attention.
Anyway...
Thanks for coming along with me this year. It brings me joy to know that I have made you smile, and it tickles the socks off me if sometimes I'm able made you laugh out loud.
The rest of the group would like to say a few words...
I'd like to see a tidier house this year.
And I don't know if you have noticed the shocking pile of sewing that has been sitting on the work table in the Room of Requirement, but something should be done about that.
And for heaven's sake, if you make resolutions, KEEP them. Otherwise it's a pitiful waste of time to draw up lists don't you know.
[OH! BTW, Speaking of rooms... last night my son A. suggested a name for the living room.
His idea?
Ten Forward.
As soon as I heard it, I loved it!
If you are not a Star Trek fan, you will not know that Ten Forward was the sort of gathering/lounge/recreation area on the Enterprise. It's where Guinan held court behind the bar, listening to people's troubles and dispensing all kinds of good advice to the crew members.
So, Ten Forward it is. And I'm available to dispense advice if you feel in need of some. Lordy, come to think of it, perhaps it's time to dust off The Oracle of Pupik.... ]
Well I think we should have a lot more candy.
And more walks in the woods.
And brownies with chocolate frosting.
(I would like to see a lot more mental health around here. Sanity. Deliberation of action. Logic. And general soberness of thought.)
Don't hold your breath ( ).
Me?
I'll let you know. I have some lists to make first.
EPIC lists.
Happy New Year everyone!
Not to be confused with my 'serious' journal that is several times this size! The above entry was all I could manage to say about my life over those couple of days. :-)
One of my resolutions for the new year is to pare down the number of journals I keep. At this writing, I have five.
(You are clearly out of your mind. At this point it's incontrovertible.)
Whatever makes you feel important ( ), go ahead and think it. I have other fish to fry.
(I heard scrambled eggs and biscuits were on the menu for tonight.)
You do not have a subtle bone in your punctuation do you?
(No.)
It's good to have that straight.
So tonight being New Year's Eve, I like to burn some of my Hobbit wood to celebrate.
It's a jealously guarded pile of small end pieces that I stack separately in the wood shed.
I hoard it like a good Hobbit should. It's half the size of the rest of the wood, and it's cute. And everyone knows I'm all about the cute.
But this is the one day I don't feel too bad letting some of it go into Bruce who can handle the biggest chunks of wood of any stove in the entire neighborhood. He may feel a little silly consuming such dainty bits of BTU.
However this is what I'm choosing to use to warm us on this cold, cold winter night, while we say farewell to 2015.
Here it is ready to do its job...
Tomorrow, I'm gearing up to make myself the mother of all lists.
I actually need to make LISTS of lists.
They won't be a thing of beauty that N. makes on her Excel program on the computer. Her spreadsheets take your breath away. . .
Somehow 2016 feels like a year I want to try to steer a little closer to my true north. I feel like I lost my grip on the wheel a few times in 2015, and by golly I want to be more of a Captain of my ship, and spend less time swabbing the dang decks.
I am not talking about controlling what rolls my way in life, I'm talking about how *I* roll when life happens. And I really want to be more focused on making time in my schedule for things that fill up my emotional well. That puppy almost went dry a couple of times this year. And it was my own fault for not paying attention.
Anyway...
Thanks for coming along with me this year. It brings me joy to know that I have made you smile, and it tickles the socks off me if sometimes I'm able made you laugh out loud.
The rest of the group would like to say a few words...
I'd like to see a tidier house this year.
And I don't know if you have noticed the shocking pile of sewing that has been sitting on the work table in the Room of Requirement, but something should be done about that.
And for heaven's sake, if you make resolutions, KEEP them. Otherwise it's a pitiful waste of time to draw up lists don't you know.
[OH! BTW, Speaking of rooms... last night my son A. suggested a name for the living room.
His idea?
Ten Forward.
As soon as I heard it, I loved it!
If you are not a Star Trek fan, you will not know that Ten Forward was the sort of gathering/lounge/recreation area on the Enterprise. It's where Guinan held court behind the bar, listening to people's troubles and dispensing all kinds of good advice to the crew members.
So, Ten Forward it is. And I'm available to dispense advice if you feel in need of some. Lordy, come to think of it, perhaps it's time to dust off The Oracle of Pupik.... ]
Well I think we should have a lot more candy.
And more walks in the woods.
And brownies with chocolate frosting.
(I would like to see a lot more mental health around here. Sanity. Deliberation of action. Logic. And general soberness of thought.)
Don't hold your breath ( ).
Me?
I'll let you know. I have some lists to make first.
EPIC lists.
Happy New Year everyone!