New Year Post... just didn't post... but now it's posted... post post post post post

One evening last week as we were visiting Colorado for Christmas I had this epiphany of potential literary fodder that would have been a great way to welcome myself back to my own blog. I thought about how to put it into words, the potential rhythm and pace of what I intended to write, and even considered some clever titles for the blog post that would herald an awakening from my blog hibernation. As I drifted to sleep I edited my thoughts and prepared to commit them to gloriously intelligent and spiritually flabbergasting type.
Then the morning came. I shrugged my shoulders and thought…..
“Eh, whatever.”
Apparently I’m an evening writer, to be proven by the fact that I sit here and type as the infant year has aged less than 2 hours. So before I wake with a shoulder shrug I figured I would take advantage of a stomach that didn’t appreciate the pizza/sparkling grape juice combination we used to usher out the old and would likely revolt if I tried to lay down flat anyway.
Kristen and I spent the morning packing up the spoils of our, well to be fair Greydon’s, Christmas and headed home to Utah. After a blessedly uneventful trip we did some cuddling with Greydon, who is currently enjoying the familiarity of his own crib. After welcoming each other to 2010 traditionally, we had to go and get Greydon and plaster his head with kisses. He didn’t even wake up. I will happily admit to a little moisture in the corner of one of my eyes as I pondered my gratitude for getting to have him in our lives.
I had purchased some fireworks I never got to use on the Fourth of July; so after putting Greydon back in his crib we grabbed two goblets and headed outside in our coats and slippers for the smallest fireworks show this side of the Mississippi. As we clinked our glasses, well glasses don’t really clink when they are full, so after we thunked our glasses to the light of the first eager little fountain a police car about a block away turned on his siren briefly. Even though they were purchased five minutes away in the parking lot at Walmart; the siren made us raise an eyebrow of slight, though illogical, concern.
The coppers never came our way and we lit off the rest of the works as we boozed it up on sparkling cider.
My computer battery was dead, and since we live in a house built sometime in the middle of the age of inconvenience I am perched at our little Kitchen table because the outlet hanging out of this wall was installed sometime after electricians came up with the idea of grounding circuits, causing the need for three little holes instead of only two per outlet, something that can’t be said for the outlets closer to the table with chairs instead of stools. I mention this merely to transition into a brief conversation relating to my potential dedication to all things blog as we traverse into 2010. I am clearly interested enough to persevere through less than perfect seating arrangements but do not intend to announce some large goal/plan/RESOLUTION to blog 364 days out of the next 365.
I am not a big fan of New Year Resolutions. This makes it very easy to avoid being stressed out about them. I do find myself in the cheering section of anything though that leads to self inspection and goals of betterment. I simply don’t understand why we need to reserve such actions for cold snowy days at the beginning of a “calendar” year.
I recently snipped at someone on Facebook for snipping at someone on Facebook. I still like FB, it is a tool that can be used for good or for not, much like a candlestick. If Mr. Green off-ed Mrs. Peacock in the conservatory with the candlestick, we wouldn’t say… “My what a gruesome instrument of pain and death, let’s condemn and banish all candlesticks.” No, we would simply incarcerate Mr. Green for being caught red handed trying to dispose of a bloody candlestick, thanks to Colonel Mustard’s and Ms Scarlet’s sloothing skills. I have heard some condemnations of facebook lately that make me question if people are jumping on an anti-candlestick bandwagon instead of simply encouraging proper tool usage. Candlesticks are still very effective means of holding onto candles. However, I do know that my time on Facebook has taken me away from blogging and can lead one to a false sense of feeling connected, a sense that is much more superficially based than we tend to think.
I like blogging. I intend to get back to it, which may be best encouraged by less facing or booking. This is completely unrelated to the fact that a bunch of people watched a glittery ball slide down a pole in New York a few hours ago, or so I will continue to profess.
So as we venture into another 12 months of the relatively unknown, I thunk my glass to yours and hum to myself about forgetting old acquaintances, which is far too severe of a sentiment to support, let alone sing about.