A Toast To Occasional Cars

I know that most of you, for one reason or another, scoff at the idea of New Year's resolutions. And to some extent, I do too. I think that New Year's resolutions are the most popular vehicle for false hope in the U.S. right now...except perhaps the Democratic Party. I mean, they give the impression that you can kick around with your bad habits and your unsatisfactory lifestyle, and then completely turn things around as soon as the clock strikes twelve. Which is both lazy and delusional for you to believe. (Note that I am talking about New Year's resolutions and not the Democratic Party. Maybe.)

But this notion of mine hasn't stopped me from coming up with about twenty resolutions anyway. And since one of those resolutions is to post at least once a week on this blog, I figure now's as good a time to start as any.

I will not bore you by talking about fond memories of 2007, nor about dreams for 2008. I'll just tell you about now. Now I have a crick in my neck from leaning against the back of my bucket chair. Now my desk is very "organized," but there's still a heck of a lot of stuff on it, and one of the tidy piles of stuff consists of a page-a-day calendar, a journal, and a candle. Now I am very warm because I have a quilt draped over me, and because my feet are swaddled in wool slippers. Now there is no sound except for the occasional car zooming by in the distance. Now it is blue-black outside my one small window, because the fireworks ended about an hour ago. Now it is 1:00 in the morning, and my dad is sleeping in the next room, and some of you are at parties or in cars or asleep, and I am here typing up a blog post on my keyboard.

Happy New Year, everybody!