Happy New Year + 2
I just can't seem to get this new year off on a running start. Yesterday was the first day of the year -- the day I usually break out all the new calendars, eat sauerkraut for good luck (So sue me! My mother was Pennsylvania Dutch!), read something I've been lusting after for months, and dig my house out from under all the Christmas mess. I did some of that, but I missed the new calendars. Just not ready for 2013, I thought.
This morning, I planned to tackle my office, still piled high with vacation detritus and stuff I'm going to get around to some day. Did I make it? Nope. Early on, I was reminded that this was the day I had promised to help close down all the pecan outlets that have been selling Lions Club pecans for us. It's tedious work, counting bags, counting money, and trying to make them match. The fact that it was windy, below freezing, and the car is still partially packed with books left from my last book event did not help. Before I knew it, the day was almost gone.
Now it's almost supper time, and I'll have to haul out a pan of left-over bean soup from the Christmas ham because I haven't had time to do anything else. Maybe tomorrow, I'll get started on all my new resolves and begin work on the new book, which keeps me awake a night with juggling plot points. but wait . . .no . . . there are prescriptions to be picked up out at the Navy base (long drive) and a visitation for a dear old friend who died over Christmas at the age of 93. Oh, and the cat sandboxes need changing. They're beginning to resemble the primal swamp. Luckily I have enough leftovers waiting to feed us for several more days before I have to put my chef's hat back on.
So is the New Year here yet? Not so as I can tell. Hope yours is happy. If you see mine, tell it I'll catch up later in the week.