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.
HAPPY 2012, JULIE GREENE.
IT WAS NICE TO SEE YOU BEFORE THE YEAR CHANGED.
PLEASE KEEP IN TOUCH.
LUV FROM ME AND MERCY.
XOX