For some reason, people are excited for the new year The populace tends to be when it concerns years divisible by 10. I remember the ex and I giggling about the non-computer-savvy public fearing that the “Y2K” bug would cause computer malfunctions all over the country, ending with riots and anarchy People seem encouraged on the whole for the new year

In gearing up for January’s NaBloPoMo theme of “Best”, I’ve been trying to think of entries I could pen, random “bests” that I can dredge out of my head to put to virtual paper. Best kludge/use of duct tape:

The chair I’ve owned for seven years, the padding of which has gotten so useless that I’ve taken to putting three old pillows on top of it to pad mah butt I honestly don’t know what I’ll have to do when this chair finally gives out, hehe.

It doesn’t snow in the Pacific Northwest too often–the Pacific Ocean keeps things too warm to do anything but rain The city’s infrastructure is apparently not set up to deal with this, as roads were shut down, the transit system was defunct, and the snow plows and sanding trucks were nowhere to be seen. The snow has a peculiar reaction on residents here

(Hey, it was a slow year.) Did you keep your New Years’ resolutions, and will you make more for next year? Did anyone close to you give birth? Did anyone close to you die? What countries did you visit? What was your biggest achievement of the year?

My relationship with my mother, summed up in one interaction: Me in June: “I had gallbladder surgery!” Mom: “Wow, you don’t ever email me, and then you decide that this news warrants the first communication we’ve had in a long while?”

Spring and summer brought about his hibernation, you see, and it took a couple months for him to begin to become active in the evening. His path is well worn, and now with practiced precision, he prowls the night, his sheathed dagger in his worn leather belt resting against one thigh The hunter of the night begins to wander off

The strangest place you’ve ever fallen asleep is… My parents, being total squares, regularly celebrated this by going squaredancing on Saturday nights Whenever I visit a rural community and come across a bathroom like that, I get a little nostalgic for that grange

The druid and I had occasion to visit a nearby café we’d not patroned until now, and had ourselves a lovely meal, me with my smoked salmon on pasta, the druid with an epic sandwich, more meat than bread

A couple of weeks ago, the druid, the gamer, and I were at the grocery store, on our maiden voyage in the car, actually One item in particular caught my attention, based on conversations we three had had in the weeks prior: a small, live juniper tree in a little bucket.