A'ight, here we go again. Let's see. Second verse, same as the first?
I do hope not, but one does wonder whether one will become a repetitive bore after a while. I looked in my archives to see what I did last New Year's Day, and all I did was have a stash sale. No "Happy New Year," nothing.
That is a funny exercise, going back and looking through my archives. I will sometimes go, "Wow, that was a pretty good post," or "Hey, I remember thinking that photo was crap, but it's actually not so bad," or "I do not remember that at ALL. I'm so glad I blogged it." But then sometimes I go back looking for something good or interesting and say, "Huh? All I did last New Year's Day was have a stash sale?"
I thought about it a bit more and wondered why such a banal post for New Year's Day? And then I remembered: Abigail was home for a much-needed breather and serious soul-searching and decision time about whether she would keep on acting or not (she is not any longer -- she loves acting, was meeting with excellent success, but hates the actor's life, so now she's applying to law schools), and my little Vincent was suffering pretty badly. I was carrying him up and down stairs, he was in a great deal of pain, and I was facing his final days. Now I'm all teary-eyed, remembering. I miss him a lot, still. He really owned my heart, that little guy. I still accidentally say his name when talking to or about Mr. Jefferies, and David, who claimed to only ever "tolerate" him all those years, still recalls fond memories about him, too. He actually brings Vincent's name up more often than I, and uses the following words, "I loved it when Vincent......" Just tolerated? I think not. Funny how that works, eh?
Everybody in my extended family loved The Vincent, and everybody misses him terribly. My mom is a dog person, and she is already smitten by little Mr. Jefferies. At our last visit with him, she said to me, "Next thing we know, you'll be getting one of these little dogs." I know that is a whole lot of wishful thinking on her part, because she adored Vincent and loved to watch him often, without the responsibility of pet ownership. Me, I'm not ready for another. My life is too busy, too unpredictable, my days sometimes too long, I like to be free to travel on a whim, and a dog, especially a little dog, needs routine and consistency.
Speaking of long days, that Ally of mine is going to be getting me up at oh-dark-thirty for the entire month of January. Seven-blech-thirty lectures every morning!!! When she first told me, I grabbed my throat and made GACK sounds. Made a very big spectacle of myself, I did. But I love it, and as we all know by now, if I set my mind to something..... well, either I'm going to be fine or someone's gonna DIE; not sure which. Hahaha. It'll be all right. Most days I will be able to get home early and take a nap. I hope I will pull out the reserves and get my arse to the gym.
I love this article, mostly the title. Backwoods Vermont. Yeah, I guess that's right. I guess I shall have to try some of those restaurants.
Here's another title I recently read to a travel article: "Road to Happiness Has No Itinerary." Love it.
The other day when I was wheeling my overfilled cart out of a certain healthy food emporium I frequent, I stopped at the bin of donations for the food shelf. I am forever stunned at what people will buy and put in there. Of course pasta abounds, which seems like it could be a good food -- unless you're like me (and many other people) who don't do well at all with wheat, and there is no protein or any other nutrition, really, in a box of plain white pasta. If I were hungry and that's all there was, of course I'd eat it, but it would be detrimental to my health, leading to all kinds of other problems for a person of limited means. Ever wonder why there is so much obesity amongst the poor? But this one takes the cake: Rice cakes. About four bags of rice cakes. Someone actually put that in the food shelf bin. I mean, I guess it's something -- kudos for the thought, I guess -- but man, if I'm hungry, you might as well give me a bag of air.
A jar of peanut butter or a can of tuna would have cost probably the same amount, and would be filled with oh, so much more nutrition. A box of oatmeal would cost less. Where are people's heads? Honestly! I had so hoped that Vermont had built up an immunity to stupid people, but alas, it is not so.
So to counteract the rice cake dumbass, I went and bought another one of those very convenient "Fund A Meal" boxes that the Hannaford supermarkets are now selling. Yes, there is pasta in there, but there are also protein-filled items and vegetables and fruits.
Of course, the better thing is to just send money. We do that on a monthly basis, but the rice cakes really just made me snap.