I ended the year without having had hallucinations of lumps of cookie dough flying toward me and exploding (stroke symptoms), the world greying out and recovering (stroke symptoms), being unable to read out loud (stroke symptoms), or being unable to recognize voices over the phone (stroke symptoms).
I also ended the year without a blown aneurysm, peritonitis, chemotherapy or radiation or a bone marrow transplant, systemic herpes simplex, a bike wreck, a traumatic brain injury, or a bad sunburn.
It's been a damn good year. Cancer? Schmancer. I've got dust bunnies that are a bigger deal than *that* turned out to be.
Everybody's pretty much okay. The family's all in one piece, nobody needed help burying any bodies, and The Man of God and His Lovely Wife are (hang on, let me check).......still at home, so she's not in labor. Yet. (That baby had better shake a tailfeather before Mama loses her mind.) Max is still galumphing furrily around the back yard, the boys are still Concentrated Evil in cat-shaped pajamas, the roof stayed on the house this year.
Tonight I'm going to watch something on Netflix instant, have a beer, and go to bed early. Tomorrow I'll lay out the garden for next year and plan what to plant (things start shipping in February when you live this far south). Next week I'm back on my regular schedule at work, thank Frogs, and later on I've got umpteen gazillion classes to take to train for new equipment and procedures that Sunnyvale's implementing.
You all have a lovely New Year. If you're short black-eyed peas, shoot me a line. I have about a gallon of 'em.
8 comments:
A wonderful New Year to you, too.
The legend is that whatever you do on New Year's Day is what you will end up doing for the year. In the garden sounds like a great way to spend a year.
Wishing you all the best for the coming year, Jo ~
Hugs ~
May each step we take lead the way to Peace.
Happy New Year, Jo!
Hey Jo.
I've been stalking your blog for a while now but this is my first time commenting.
Despite its roadblocks, I am glad we all survived 2010 and hopefully came out of it with a few lessons and some good stories.
May 2011 be a little more gentle. :-)
xoxox,
Estelle
messymimi just scared the crap out of me. Recuperating from a hysterectomy for all of 2011 is something I would like to opt out of rightthehellNOW, thank you.
In the words of someecards.com, to which everyone should subscribe: "Let's never speak of 2010 again."
Here's to a blessed and peaceful 2011!
My word verification for this comment is "swell". I'll take that as a good omen.
Happy new year, Jo. I hope this one is really great. You sure deserve it.
Happy New Year Jo!
Funny how spying on your neighbors & peeking in their windows starts to seem "normal" when a baby is on the way...we just got a new one next door a few days ago. When I found myself using binoculars to get a better view of their living room, I realized I needed to get a grip before someone called the cops on me :-)
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