Happy New Year everyone. My first sip of coffee, a peek at asha's blog, and my day - my year - is off and running. We celebrated last night with like-minded people, and found our way from bad music to tables of sweets and coffee at midnight. It was good to be out and about, and good to be home with Sid as the rockets began to fire. I'm not sure if I've been clear enough about how much I hate eighties cover bands. I don't know who Pat Travers is. I hate-really, hate-loud rock music, with a few exceptions, such as the Stones. I love Van Morrison, and Tom Waits, and Sarah McLauchlan and nice melodic quiet music like that. And Green Day and Weezer. And I love the blues. And crosby stills and nash. Stuff like that. So, now you know.
Upgrade announcement: I bought my beloved an HDTV yesterday. It was his christmas present and took awhile to pick one out. It isn't huge, as those things go, but it is much larger and lighter than our former set.
As to resolutions, I will try to keep my eyes open, along with my mind. I wish I would write more, play my harp more, and stay off sugar. Little feels within my grasp at this moment, but it is early and I am hardly awake. I have six books brewing in the back of my mind. I have a harp sitting in the corner gathering dust, I have sewing projects and home decorating ideas. I want to paint my kitchen in five different colors.
I want it all. But you know what they say: You can't have it all. Where would you put it?
7 comments:
new house new shed new new new...i am getting myself a new leather jacket for my own late gift. never had a new one, just pawn shop seconds. made by Guess. Black Leather. That's me, gracefully giving up youth, right? good to talk with ya. have a great year.
Now that I'm here I for got what I was going to say. Oh yes, I like HDTV but unfortunately I haven't found any shows I seen to like. But then It all LOOKS good so who cares if the shows only a small amount of thought. I can thik how nice the chartuce looks. and when one spells as bad as I do why should worry about thought provocking TV.
and me without any cable even. i did posthumously discover Dr. House, (as I discover most things, on retrospect), but then I cut off the fitting to get stations in order to plug it into the stereo. Music reigns king 'round here.
the writers are on strike. i wish i were a writer so i could be on strike.
computer is up. next: Internet! yeehah.
your gonna cut the cord. Auct du mina guta. I think I'd rather cut my throat. :+]
cut the cord? Auct du mina guta? well my computer turns out was not worth the hundred bucks. it's trashed. good thing I still know how to push a pen. good thing others blog. i've checked this for...a week? J? msb: i take it that's German.
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