Thursday, January 4, 2018

OK, 2018 *cracks knuckles* Let's Do This

Happy 2018, Drunkards.

Belated fireworks.
It's been a pretty whirlwind time for the last week or so. As glad as I was to see 2017's sorry ass depart, I'm not sure I was expecting 2018 to come in quite so full of piss and vinegar. But it did...and is.

Some of the ups and downs of the last several days:

Up: New Year's was actually amazing. I hadn't planned on seeing my darling Drummer Boy at all, because he had a NYE gig. But it fell through, so we were able to spend 28 wonderful hours together from December 31 to January 1. We'd never seen the new year in together. It was nice.

Down: A childhood friend passed away on January 1. I don't know what happened, except that it was very sudden. She was posting on Facebook on the 31st, and the next day she was gone. She was a lovely person, both when we were kids and up until the day she died. I wish her family peace.

Up: I've decided to start sewing again. If you've been around a while, you may remember that I used to love to sew. Loved it with a passion. But just about four years ago (!), I had to turn my sewing room into a solo bedroom as my now-ex and I began our long, strange journey to divorce. And as my life spiraled out of control, sewing receded to something I used to love. But now I'm clearing a little space in the corner of my apartment so that I can once again wallow in fabric and patterns and the 4,000 bobbins I somehow acquired (but thankfully never threw away, even when I drastically downsized my life to start over). Stay tuned.

Down: Another old friend announced that her husband's cancer, once in remission, has returned and metastasized. They're hoping for another eighteen months together. I always thought I was pretty indifferent toward life until I started watching people die. Now I'm absolutely bound and determined to love every moment of it, whether I have months, years, or decades in front of me.

Sideways?: Precocious Daughter got her driver's license two days ago. Tonight she's out by herself for the very first time. I'm freaking out, you guys. I'm proud, and happy, and completely terrified. She's an excellent driver, but she's outnumbered by all the idiots on the road. If there are such things as angels, I'm hoping she has one on her shoulder as she drives.

So yeah...2018. I have very high hopes. I'm glad to be here, and I'm glad you're here, too. I'm going to get writing, get sewing, get loving, and get living.

I hope you'll join me.


  1. Things look mostly up. Keep them up!

    : - )

  2. I worry about my loved ones being on the road. There are so many people out there who drive horribly and I have so many near misses that aren't my fault...

    But it usually works out, doesn't it?

    Hope your year goes great and the magic outweighs the losses...

  3. So, a little up, a little down, a little sideways. It sounds like 2018 might be a bit of an improvement over 2017.

  4. Can you tell I am catching up on blog reading? Happy New Year! It's The Year After My Mother Died, so it can only go up....


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