Another year has passed us by,
And this one uglier than most,
So now it’s time for you and I
To cheer its ending with a toast.
Well. That was…not a great year, was it?
How to ensure 2017 is a better one? Throw some salt, do a dance, will it unto the cosmos?
Maybe just resolve to be as good as we can be and hope for the best?
Celebrate tonight if you can, let 2017 be born to joy and revelry, and have a happy new year.
Bene scribete.
After managing somehow to stave it off the entire season, I have finally taken grossly ill just in time for Christmas. Because 2016, I guess.
So, have a much better Christmas than me, everyone!
Bene vīvite.
Finally done with shopping, wrapping, and shipping! Now I’m all ready for my favorite year-end party (…well, almost – still need a few more snacks!).
What’s everyone else doing for the holidays?
Bene vīvite.
Woody, Woody, cut it out.
Please don’t make me have to shout.
Woody, Woody, go away.
Please don’t be a dick today.
Woody, Woody, that’s enough.
Please don’t bang upon my stuff.
Woody, Woody, can’t you see
That my house is not a tree?
I awoke yesterday to a strange knock – couldn’t tell if it was coming from inside or outside. Thought it might have been a neighbor doing some yard work, but the cadence wasn’t reflective of any productive human activity I could think of, and it almost sounded like it was coming from inside the wall.
I went outside to find a cheeky woodpecker perched on the decorative trim on the side of my house, banging away at the stucco. I reached down to pick up a snowball to throw at it, but when I looked back up it was gone.
It came back later.
And then again this morning.
Frowny face.
Bene scribete.
The trees have dropped their leaves again
And left a mess upon the lawn.
We’ll rake the pile up and then
There’ll be another one at dawn.
Having giant trees in autumn sure is messy business, but on the upside, it can make for a nice photo op.
Bene scribete.
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