I've been thinking about resolutions and what an exercise in futility it has been in past years. Do I think it will be different this year? Nope. But, anyway, following is what I *should* do:
1. Lose 30 pounds. 40 would be better, but let's not go overboard.
2. Start an exercise program. Well, at least go out for a walk every day.
3. Be more sociable.
4. Volunteer somewhere.
5. There must be something else. Maybe I'll think of it as my fingers meander through my thoughts.
#1 is unlikely, until I get hold of my chocolate craving. It isn't that I eat a lot, but I eat all the wrong things. Instead of cooking a well-balanced meal, I'd rather have a peanut butter sandwich and a glass of milk.
#2 is just as unlikely. Physical therapy, nothwithstanding. Besides, it's getting too chilly for these bones. (Excuses, excuses. I know.)
#3 has an outside chance of some attempt. But as long as there are books....
#4 has a pretty high probability, especially if I can find a childrens' group that can use the granny type.
Oh, I just thought of #5. Take up pastel painting again. I have all the equipment handy within a couple steps of where I'm sitting. Trouble is, the table I use for my easel has stuff on it. By the time I get rid of the stuff, there'll be something else that I need to do. By the time I get back to the easel, the table will have stuff on it again.
There's something that bothers me about the way people speak this 21st century. The year 2000 is pronounced "two thousand." The year about to turn over is "two thousand and three." Why? When the year 1900 turned over, did people say "one thousand nine hundred"? I don't think so. I think they said "nineteen hundred." So why don't we say "twenty hundred"? This year about to come upon us should be called "twenty oh three" shouldn't it? I clearly remember "nineteen ninety," not "one thousand nine hundred ninety." So why when the century turned over we started counting the thousands instead of the hundreds? Is anyone out there with me on this?
Well, let's see...anything else to rant about? Probably, but it isn't coming to me right now.
Had a bit of sadness this year. Had to euthanize my old cat because he was going into kidney failure, and I just couldn't stand to watch him suffer any more, even though my wonderful veterinarian tried to save him. The younger cat still misses him because he was Mama (yes, Mama) to her when I brought her home as a handful of fur. She didn't take to him right away. Picture this: I have this little ball of fluff in my hands, presenting it to the in resident cat, who is very interested. Baby fluff has the chutzpah to hiss at him. Well, she finally declared a truce and they became good buddies.
Saw the weather report about an hour ago. Winter is really here. I'll be glad when it's gone. Oh, how I love spring and fall. Winter and summer you can keep.
I'm propping my eyelids open with toothpicks so my granddaughter and I can say Happy New Year to each other and then crash. I don't usually bother, as I've seen my share of new years, but she wanted to stay up. So OK, grandma tries to please. Isn't that what we're supposed to do?
Gee, when I started this I thought I had a lot to say, but I've run down. Tch! Must be the late hour.
Well, to all two of my readers, Happy New Year. Hope the year brings you happiness, prosperity, and above all PEACE.