Happy New Year. Auld Lang
Syne. And so on and so forth. As the Christmas season came upon us I
started writing about what life was like a century ago but somehow it seemed much
too cliché or pat or irrelevant to post.
And it was depressing.
Instead let’s try a different approach. I woke up this morning. Good start to the new year, I am alive. The house is warm, the lights are working, and
there is food in the cupboards and milk in the fridge. The stove works and the kettle will soon have
the coffee ready. There’s still money in
the bank and Canada is at peace. Day to day is looking pretty good.
This year Canada celebrates 150 years of Confederation and citizens
are getting a few perks like free passes to the National Parks. Cities are planning events and I am having
family from Europe for a visit. Friends
and family are rallying to entertain guests.
Summer plans look very good.
Costing out hens and bees; assessing building of hives and
fences. Checking on trees and bushes
surviving the winter. Customer base is
viable and expanding. The summer gardening season looks promising.
The Christmas pile of books look inviting, the study schedule at
Yale is exciting and the writing skills are limbering up. The imagination is primed, the humour is in
perfect order, the inspiration is around the corner. The
brain activity is in high gear.
Friends abound in good wishes, invitations are starting to come in
for the new social seasons, lunching here and brunching there. The book club is meeting again and conversations
are lively. Mother’s brain is still in
order and there is no need for silver bullets this year. Cooking and baking recipes have been reviewed
and hosting parties will soon be viable again.
The social hat is ready to wear.
I would say that 2017 looks very promising from a personal
perspective. I hope your mental review
of the new year’s prospects are as nice as mine.
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