"Here, at the End of All Things"
Dec. 31st, 2011 09:27 pmI figured I should make a LJ post before I open my bottle of Laphroaig because, once I do that, it's all downhill from there. Yes. I'm getting smashed this blessed New Years Eve. Why? Because I freakin' deserve it.
2011 has had a few highs, but very damned few. And it has produced the lowest of all-time lows in my current incarnation. I won't be sad to never utter "2011" again.
It's odd that the greatest high of the year came shortly after the greatest low, the low being Aunt Tudi's death. The greatest high was getting to spend a few precious days one-on-one with the Mother Unit. I wish I could have spent more time with her, but it wasn't meant to be. I can't help but think that, if I had been able to stay away longer and spend that time with the Mother Unit and with Todd, I would have been more prepared to come back to an empty house. Again...not meant to be.
Other good things are that I got my disability, the doc is going to do my knee replacement surgery after the first of the year, and The Blood Crown was published. See? I can be shiny and optimistic!
And what am I doing tonight? Well, I'm staring at Word, hoping that I will miraculously overcome my writers block and begin working on The Harming Tree. And, right now, I'm also watching Ghostbusters. I will not be watching the ball drop. That was something Aunt Tudi and I used to do every year. That, and drink egg nog, toasting at midnight. No, I'll be watching movies and drinking whisky from Scotland, cursing, and maybe even spitting. But I will definitely see the new year in, seeing as how it's my beloved 2012, bringer of the Alpaca Lips.
I forgot a resolution on my last post. I resolve to overcome this insane "love" thing I've been feeling for months. It's not good to fall in love, especially with absolutely the wrong person.
Tomorrow, I'll be having dinner with Uncle Michael and Aunt Janice. Janice is preparing the traditional Southern good-luck-for-the-new-year meal - black-eyed peas, collard greens, and hog jowls. Yes, hog jowls. Don't knock 'til you try it yo. And that's coming from a semi-vegetarian descendent of Jews, who usually avoids pork.
Ah, the rednecks in the area have begun shooting off fireworks. Brilliant. Soon, they'll be blowing things up on Christmas Eve. There's obviously a market for it. Idiots. Wait 'til they see the fireworks on 12-21. 'At'll lerrrn 'em.
So, yeah. Still my rosy self even after all these years. Here's to Year Ten here on the Cliffs! Happy New Year, people.
I'm off to get drunk, so I may be back to write incoherently. Heh.
2011 has had a few highs, but very damned few. And it has produced the lowest of all-time lows in my current incarnation. I won't be sad to never utter "2011" again.
It's odd that the greatest high of the year came shortly after the greatest low, the low being Aunt Tudi's death. The greatest high was getting to spend a few precious days one-on-one with the Mother Unit. I wish I could have spent more time with her, but it wasn't meant to be. I can't help but think that, if I had been able to stay away longer and spend that time with the Mother Unit and with Todd, I would have been more prepared to come back to an empty house. Again...not meant to be.
Other good things are that I got my disability, the doc is going to do my knee replacement surgery after the first of the year, and The Blood Crown was published. See? I can be shiny and optimistic!
And what am I doing tonight? Well, I'm staring at Word, hoping that I will miraculously overcome my writers block and begin working on The Harming Tree. And, right now, I'm also watching Ghostbusters. I will not be watching the ball drop. That was something Aunt Tudi and I used to do every year. That, and drink egg nog, toasting at midnight. No, I'll be watching movies and drinking whisky from Scotland, cursing, and maybe even spitting. But I will definitely see the new year in, seeing as how it's my beloved 2012, bringer of the Alpaca Lips.
I forgot a resolution on my last post. I resolve to overcome this insane "love" thing I've been feeling for months. It's not good to fall in love, especially with absolutely the wrong person.
Tomorrow, I'll be having dinner with Uncle Michael and Aunt Janice. Janice is preparing the traditional Southern good-luck-for-the-new-year meal - black-eyed peas, collard greens, and hog jowls. Yes, hog jowls. Don't knock 'til you try it yo. And that's coming from a semi-vegetarian descendent of Jews, who usually avoids pork.
Ah, the rednecks in the area have begun shooting off fireworks. Brilliant. Soon, they'll be blowing things up on Christmas Eve. There's obviously a market for it. Idiots. Wait 'til they see the fireworks on 12-21. 'At'll lerrrn 'em.
So, yeah. Still my rosy self even after all these years. Here's to Year Ten here on the Cliffs! Happy New Year, people.
I'm off to get drunk, so I may be back to write incoherently. Heh.