These are the highlights from my year:
- Fully understood that Florida has a strong gun culture.
- Installed a solar tube in the kitchen.
- Learned about basted eggs from Ricky Ricardo.
- Sold our NJ house in 2 days.
- Struggled to find things to spray paint – but I did!
- Embraced the “local shrimp” culture.
- Survived the aggravating construction of a swimming pool.
- Experienced a major hurricane as a Florida homeowner.
- Painted and furnished a guest bedroom in 7 days after procrastinating for 14 months.
There was probably more but I stopped blogging for several months and I lost the chronicle of my life. Even without the details at my fingertips, I can say this was a good year.
Now Sami & I are looking forward to the new year: one more room to paint/decorate, lots of swimming and by swimming I mean floating around listening to Classic Rock on the radio, and much repair/replacement of our debilitated and damaged old bodies. You know those attractive seniors on TV ads – the ones who are always briskly walking in the autumn sunlight or tearing around playing sports with young grandchildren? That’s not us. Not by a long shot.
I doubt that I’ll be making any resolutions tomorrow. What’s the point? I see now from the vantage of a long life that New Year’s resolutions are not promises to yourself; they are simply an airing of your deficiencies, frequently the same ones over and over. I’m Catholic – I don’t need any more of that type of activity.