Sunday, January 01, 2012
OVER
Only the poinsettias remain. And the outside lights for which we will need help. Ladder climbers. Off limits for us.
I will be going through the cards after dinner so that they can go into the recycle.
Yes. I still keep track of who we send to and who sends to us. Or not.
We had a nice holiday all round. Quiet. No mass teevee events either. Nice.
The back east family is having their holiday together. Merry Christmas.
And happy New Year.
I was in bed by 830 with a slight worry that some asshole would set off fireworks at midnight. I woke up at 12 on the dot. No noise. I snuggled with Booker anyway and went to bed.
When I got up it was 2012 and pretty normal. I didn't see or hear of anything abnormal. We went for our normal Sunday walk.
No one was out. None this afternoon either. No traffic. I think everyone is in watching football. Maybe.
Somebody won something as a crepe papered car came through victoriously. Yellow and green. Otherwise, no signs.
Tomorrow, no mail. Again. Normal. Well not normal actually. It will be 7 or 8 years before we hit Sunday again.
I don't know which because this is a leap year.
General election.
A year that has to be better. For the world, I mean. Mine was just fine.
I gave the Obamas a shot of money to close out the year. Max out.
I stand a chance to have dinner with Barack and Michelle. A drawing. I sort of don't want to go if I win. But I will.
No more end of year stuff. I have to start the new calendars in the kitchen. The new Airedale one and the little calendar our health insurance broker sends which is just like the ones we got when I was a kid from Mr. Daniels next door. He was an insurance broker and a bank president. Clearly the One Percent of that time.
And as for the OWS folks, this year, I hope that they get off the demos and their asses and into the voting booth for my side and go to the hard work to make a change. Start a party. Run for office. Action. Work. They are past their due date.
