In addition to blogging about holiday gift ideas (find here), I'm jumping on the end-of-year collage bandwagon. 2019 was a struggle.
Although there were many good times, like traveling to Australia and San Antonio, adopting Olive, attending wine festivals, and even buying a '73 Corvette (which needs lots of work - ask me in 2020 if I'd still consider this a positive), the last few months have hit me hard with the sudden death of Pica*, my grandma passing away, and my best friend overdosing herself into a coma. In the midst of all this, my longtime coworker quit without notice. And it seems like everyone is having a baby, which shouldn't bother me but it does.
Ugh, change.
*Pica and I were just sitting on the couch together. She got up, went to the next room, and died. I still can't believe it.
I'm trying to stay optimistic about 2020. Hey, it's the roaring twenties! We have a trip to Washington, DC booked and plans to build a lake house in Angel Fire, NM. We're shopping for a new Chevy Volt to replace our 2013. Our all-time favorite restaurant, Scalo, closed due to the owner's drug addiction but is under new ownership and is expected to reopen in February. Plus, our little 15-year-old Biscuit has magically started eating again! Perhaps she will surprise us by making it to 2021 after all.
For tonight, SN and I are hoping to end the year on a happy note. We have reservations at one of our favorite Albuquerque restaurants, Slate Street Cafe, where we'll enjoy a 5-course dinner with wine pairings because no kids. If it's not too windy when we get home, we'll follow that with a soak in the hot tub and maybe the sauna.
We'll wake up tomorrow and, as is my custom every January 1st, I'll strive so hard to be healthy in the new year that I overdo it on the treadmill to the point that I'll need to ignore it for the next twelve months.
Happy New Year!
Although there were many good times, like traveling to Australia and San Antonio, adopting Olive, attending wine festivals, and even buying a '73 Corvette (which needs lots of work - ask me in 2020 if I'd still consider this a positive), the last few months have hit me hard with the sudden death of Pica*, my grandma passing away, and my best friend overdosing herself into a coma. In the midst of all this, my longtime coworker quit without notice. And it seems like everyone is having a baby, which shouldn't bother me but it does.
Ugh, change.
*Pica and I were just sitting on the couch together. She got up, went to the next room, and died. I still can't believe it.
I'm trying to stay optimistic about 2020. Hey, it's the roaring twenties! We have a trip to Washington, DC booked and plans to build a lake house in Angel Fire, NM. We're shopping for a new Chevy Volt to replace our 2013. Our all-time favorite restaurant, Scalo, closed due to the owner's drug addiction but is under new ownership and is expected to reopen in February. Plus, our little 15-year-old Biscuit has magically started eating again! Perhaps she will surprise us by making it to 2021 after all.
For tonight, SN and I are hoping to end the year on a happy note. We have reservations at one of our favorite Albuquerque restaurants, Slate Street Cafe, where we'll enjoy a 5-course dinner with wine pairings because no kids. If it's not too windy when we get home, we'll follow that with a soak in the hot tub and maybe the sauna.
We'll wake up tomorrow and, as is my custom every January 1st, I'll strive so hard to be healthy in the new year that I overdo it on the treadmill to the point that I'll need to ignore it for the next twelve months.
I wasn't going to create a photo collage for Olive. After all, she's included in both of the collages above. Then I realized that's nonsense. The world needs move Olive.
Happy New Year!