Dearest Tumblrs (and make a note that I do not approve of this spelling)—-
It is with customary shock and I that I find we’ve reached the end of another year. And we’re still here. We’re intact, more or less.
There’s a lot of the less now and I find myself adjusting all the time to the “new normal.” I suspect that won’t change in the new year.
Personally I find I enjoy my offspring — my tender science experiments — I’ve named Exhibits A, B, and C — more than ever. (Sometimes I find them ornery and stubborn, but then, who isn’t?) They make me laugh; they laugh at me, and get me in ways that maybe no one else can.
Here’s what I’m looking forward to: No Bread in January (but not eagerly); Writing my next book, a new living room carpet, Exhibit B getting into the college of her choice, Exhibit A’s enjoyment of college, Exhibit C’s continued mastery of academia, good health & spirits for Mummy, a chance to be on the radio more often, and more great times with my wonderful friends.
I don’t want to be political here, but we have to make politics a field that attracts the best, not just the most ambitious. (I have no clue how to do that. Just a wish.) And while we’re at it, if one can pray away the gay, can one pray away the grey? That’s a dream of mine. (I spend a lot of time praying at the hairdresser’s.)
Let’s all live more and text less. And remember, this tumblr has been monitored for quality assurance.