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Jan. 2nd, 2015 04:52 pmI missed my chance to post it, but on New Year's Eve I did think about the Ogden Nash poem that ends "Hark, it's midnight, children dear:/Duck! Here comes another year!" But since I went to bed at 10:45ish on New Year's Eve, it didn't actually hit me.
So, here comes another year. 2015 doesn't have any choice about being better than the end of 2014 was. In consequence of which, I really ought to sit down one of these days and actually plan my trip to Australia. I got as far as "there's a lot more of the eastern coastline than I thought there was and do I really want to spend 29 hours on a bus?" before all sorts of stuff got in the way of my thinking about it. Now it's time to start thinking about it again. Think think think think think *POP* ow...
It's going to be an interesting year work-wise, too, and by "interesting" I mean "is it August yet?". That's when the new curriculum is supposed to start. It probably will, but there will probably be at least four or five major crises that nobody thought about in the process. Let's just get to them so we can get over them.
Never mind. My single resolution this year is to find the one good thing in any given day and appreciate its existence. So today the sun has been out and I haven't been at work, and I appreciate that. (And Lily just leaped up on the desk and yawned directly in my face, which maybe shouldn't count as good, but made me laugh.)
I wish the phone bill would show up. I've been waiting for it since two weeks ago and it hasn't appeared yet. Unfortunately, not receiving the bill is not an excuse for not paying it. I suppose I can pay this month's based on last month's, since the amount is pretty static, and if I happen to owe 40 cents next month, so be it. Memo to self: pay bills tomorrow. I'm still doing the "write checks, stick in envelopes and mail" form of paying bills, up until stamps cost 50 cents apiece. Besides, walking to the mailbox gets me out of the house.
Speaking of out of the house, Dad went for a walk today. He got unstapled on Tuesday, decided he didn't want the chair in the shower any more as of yesterday and is done with the oxygen machine. (Nifty machine; it somehow extracts oxygen from room air and either blows it out through a hose or refills portable oxygen tanks. But it also has a fairly loud one-way valve somewhere in its innards, so when it's on, it goes hsssTHOCK at irregular intervals several times a minute. Sleeping in the room above it was another reason I didn't sleep very well.) Yay, progress!
Apparently the other big news from Noank is that the sawed-up remains of the larch tree have finally been taken off the lawn, so I can stop saying that the tree removal company left my parents with the larch.
So, here comes another year. 2015 doesn't have any choice about being better than the end of 2014 was. In consequence of which, I really ought to sit down one of these days and actually plan my trip to Australia. I got as far as "there's a lot more of the eastern coastline than I thought there was and do I really want to spend 29 hours on a bus?" before all sorts of stuff got in the way of my thinking about it. Now it's time to start thinking about it again. Think think think think think *POP* ow...
It's going to be an interesting year work-wise, too, and by "interesting" I mean "is it August yet?". That's when the new curriculum is supposed to start. It probably will, but there will probably be at least four or five major crises that nobody thought about in the process. Let's just get to them so we can get over them.
Never mind. My single resolution this year is to find the one good thing in any given day and appreciate its existence. So today the sun has been out and I haven't been at work, and I appreciate that. (And Lily just leaped up on the desk and yawned directly in my face, which maybe shouldn't count as good, but made me laugh.)
I wish the phone bill would show up. I've been waiting for it since two weeks ago and it hasn't appeared yet. Unfortunately, not receiving the bill is not an excuse for not paying it. I suppose I can pay this month's based on last month's, since the amount is pretty static, and if I happen to owe 40 cents next month, so be it. Memo to self: pay bills tomorrow. I'm still doing the "write checks, stick in envelopes and mail" form of paying bills, up until stamps cost 50 cents apiece. Besides, walking to the mailbox gets me out of the house.
Speaking of out of the house, Dad went for a walk today. He got unstapled on Tuesday, decided he didn't want the chair in the shower any more as of yesterday and is done with the oxygen machine. (Nifty machine; it somehow extracts oxygen from room air and either blows it out through a hose or refills portable oxygen tanks. But it also has a fairly loud one-way valve somewhere in its innards, so when it's on, it goes hsssTHOCK at irregular intervals several times a minute. Sleeping in the room above it was another reason I didn't sleep very well.) Yay, progress!
Apparently the other big news from Noank is that the sawed-up remains of the larch tree have finally been taken off the lawn, so I can stop saying that the tree removal company left my parents with the larch.
