It will soon be 2012. I don’t know what the new year will bring. You don’t know what the new year will bring, either. It is a leap year, a little longer than most years.
It is hard to believe that four years have passed since 2008. A lot of the people who were my friends four years ago aren’t my friends anymore.
I have given away just about all the clothes I had four years ago to charity. Or I threw them out.
I don’t live in the same location.
Prices have gone up. At least that’s something that isn’t surprising.
I have fewer teeth.
In a week, I’ll be 54 years old. I may or may not have mentioned this, but I’d like to spend all of 54 out of the loony bin. It’s a lofty goal. A year is a long, long time when they say you’re supposed to take things one day at a time.
To tell you the truth, I’ll be totally relieved when 53 is over and done with. Right now, I feel like I’m tiptoeing around very, very scared, still very much in 53. I am trying not to count the days. Counting is kinda dumb. I’m really that my birthday falls on a Sunday, so I get to be in church that day.
Tomorrow, I get to light the chalice at church, to bring in the New Year. I get to do this because nobody had signed up for it. So I signed my name in the blank. Julie Greene. That’s me.
I will be reading the Epilogue from Kenny Fries’ book, The History of My Shoes and the Evolution of Darwin’s Theory. I get to read from a book that has a long title because 2012 is leap year, a longer year than most.
I guess here on the East Coast in a half hour it will be 2012. Happy New Year, East Coast.