Today marks the first anniversary of one of the most traumatic events of my life.
One year ago today I went through an ordeal that is still difficult for me to speak of. I won't go into details, but it involved a town called Pecos, a bucktoothed toothless man (visualize), a club footed mechanic and 17 degree weather. That is all I will say.
In related news, tomorrow marks the one year anniversary of my return to Texas. Whew! As I look back through my date book, it's been a whirlwind year. The adoption of my 79 year old daughter and the fostering of this stupid brain damaged cat. I also turned an age that we dare not speak its name. I took 3 trips: One to Santa Fe to be with my bestie, Suzy Graham; to Virginia and Kentucky to judge their respective Miss America pageants. There were 3 weddings and almost a funeral, 9 castings, 2 workshops and I directed some great kids in a great production of "Guys and Dolls". I had 22 people for Christmas dinner and 5 New Year's resolutions.
I look back on 2011 as a transition year. But to what? Who knows?
And yet another reason why I say that I have a really stupid life.
What would Betty say? "Did you have your big coat on in that cold weather?"
P.S.: The brain damaged cat is, dare I say, "catterwalling" right now. (Please see previous post for New Year's resolutions)
Monday, January 2, 2012
Sunday, January 1, 2012
New Year's Resignations
Well, well, well....
2012 is here. I rang in the New Year with 3 of my dearest and oldest (length of friendship and age) friends.
Last night on New Year's Eve, I asked them what their resolutions were for this year. Suzanne and Reagan sat silent and Bob said he wanted to lose weight and meet President Obama. (or was it Newt Gingrich? I can't recall) I, without hesitation said that I wanted to try to write in my blog at least 5 days a week. They looked at me and said that maybe a better goal was once a week. We compromised my first resolution by saying that I will try to write in my blog 3 days a week, and write something, anything, every day.
Lots of you have asked me for new posts. I have to say that I haven't a good reason for not writing, except that I just didn't want to. The last few months of 2011 were stressful and strange and I just didn't feel like talking about it. So there.
But now with the new year upon us, I want to write. I don't know if it's because of the new year or if my attitude has changed or if in even numbered years I feel more creative, but the time is now. We'll see how far I get with keeping up with my compromised resolution.
I have never been one to create a resolution list, but this year I have a few, but this year, they might just be New Year's Resignations:
Write more. (see above)
Feed the brain damaged cat only dry food. She doesn't know this yet, so I expect protests from her and her 3 wayward friends whom also like to imbibe in the almighty wet food.
Have more patience with the 79 year old daughter.Try to come up with creative answers to her pleas to go home. Try and try to help her to find happiness or at least stop asking me to take her home.
Sell this house. I want it gone. Please buy this house.
Quit smoking. (Shrug. Sigh. Cough up a lung) For the 237th time I will try to kick this hideous habit that has taken over my life. I would try Chantix again, but I am afraid I might kill myself and that would impede me from accomplishing my aforementioned resolutions.
Make a ton of money. (Shrug. Sigh. Cough up a lung)
And so, on January 1, 2012, I've started to keep my resolutions. I am resigned to the realization that I might not do so well on this list. But then again, I, like my friend Bob who desperately wants to meet President Obama (or Newt Gingrich), I might just surprise you and myself.
What would Betty say? "My resolution is to not talk so much". Nah, just kidding, she would never say that. But she would go on and on about how her house is a mess and that I am spending too much on that brain damaged cat and she can't believe that I ever started smoking and that President Obama is a nice looking man but he should have had his ears pinned back.
2012 is here. I rang in the New Year with 3 of my dearest and oldest (length of friendship and age) friends.
Last night on New Year's Eve, I asked them what their resolutions were for this year. Suzanne and Reagan sat silent and Bob said he wanted to lose weight and meet President Obama. (or was it Newt Gingrich? I can't recall) I, without hesitation said that I wanted to try to write in my blog at least 5 days a week. They looked at me and said that maybe a better goal was once a week. We compromised my first resolution by saying that I will try to write in my blog 3 days a week, and write something, anything, every day.
Lots of you have asked me for new posts. I have to say that I haven't a good reason for not writing, except that I just didn't want to. The last few months of 2011 were stressful and strange and I just didn't feel like talking about it. So there.
But now with the new year upon us, I want to write. I don't know if it's because of the new year or if my attitude has changed or if in even numbered years I feel more creative, but the time is now. We'll see how far I get with keeping up with my compromised resolution.
I have never been one to create a resolution list, but this year I have a few, but this year, they might just be New Year's Resignations:
Write more. (see above)
Feed the brain damaged cat only dry food. She doesn't know this yet, so I expect protests from her and her 3 wayward friends whom also like to imbibe in the almighty wet food.
Have more patience with the 79 year old daughter.Try to come up with creative answers to her pleas to go home. Try and try to help her to find happiness or at least stop asking me to take her home.
Sell this house. I want it gone. Please buy this house.
Quit smoking. (Shrug. Sigh. Cough up a lung) For the 237th time I will try to kick this hideous habit that has taken over my life. I would try Chantix again, but I am afraid I might kill myself and that would impede me from accomplishing my aforementioned resolutions.
Make a ton of money. (Shrug. Sigh. Cough up a lung)
And so, on January 1, 2012, I've started to keep my resolutions. I am resigned to the realization that I might not do so well on this list. But then again, I, like my friend Bob who desperately wants to meet President Obama (or Newt Gingrich), I might just surprise you and myself.
What would Betty say? "My resolution is to not talk so much". Nah, just kidding, she would never say that. But she would go on and on about how her house is a mess and that I am spending too much on that brain damaged cat and she can't believe that I ever started smoking and that President Obama is a nice looking man but he should have had his ears pinned back.
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