Teach us to number our days
Anyone remember the year they were eighteen? Not really. I do remember it as the birthday that my mother forgot and that my dad gave me a birthday card with just his name on it. Granted as the spring of my junior year in high school, I was rather busy and wasn’t home much that day. But reminiscing about that year wasn’t my plan for this journal entry.
Follows seventeen of course. Eighteen that is, follows seventeen Obviously. But each year it seems many gather for the New Years celebrations as if just by chance the clock won’t keep ticking and the next number needs to be encouraged on it’s way. I usually just go to bed. God seems to be in control of numbers. He’s got a whole book for then in the Bible!
Goals. New Years goals. Changing, rolling over a new leaf. I usually do that. Misplace them. Then wonder what happened to the past twelve months. Sometimes I recap them in a Charistmas letter. That’s kind of fun. Not this year.
Honey broke my nose.
I repeat. Honey broke my nose.
One week ago while playing frisbee with her “hyper pet” red one, she jumped up and my nose collided with hers. Not good.
I didn’t talk to her for a whole day. It hurt.
The only word she heard for two days straight was DOWN!
So since the glasses still hurt the noggin, the Christmas letters are still in the box, the letters have not been read by me, and there issn’t much that can be done without the spectacles.
I’ve been cleaning house.apperently one can still see dirt without glasses on!
So while I sat crocheting a large hook afghan, I began making my New Years resolutions.
The first was to write a blog each week. 52. There are fifty two weeks in a year. To date I have only written that many in the last two years. This is a lofty goal for me. But maybe they will be shorter.
There are other goals, but I don’t want to bore you.
For now, I will keep cleaning up my stashes of clutter. I will continue to let my crooked nose grow back together. And hopefully I haven’t just done a “Pinocchio” and lied about my plans for the year eighteen.