Titanic Post

In 2006, things will be different. Yes, much different. I will clean my house of all clutter and keep it that way. I will get rid of anything I haven’t used or thought about using. I will remove all of my deceased mother’s estate stacked in two rooms and one outside shed. I think this will be alright—she died in 2003. I will take all the books I will never read again to the library for their book sale. Even if I were to read the books again, it wouldn’t make me any smarter, wiser, or a better human being. They didn’t help the first time either.

I will finish all the inside and outside projects that I still dream about doing or that still bother me for not being completed. I will finish that garage before the summer. I will spend money only on those things that make me smile. No more taxes!

I will stop watching TV programs that don’t interest me. I will get more exercise. I will get my triglycerides back to normal, thank you Dianne. Dianne gave me the most artistic, insightful, and understandable diagnosis I have ever had from a medical person. I will be generally more aware. Beware!

I will discontinue use of my left-brain. Sane.

I have one big regret from last year. A good friend asked me to go dancing with her. I declined, saying in a moment of flippant stupidity, that she really didn’t want to dance with me unless she was up to my ‘free-style.’ Although I haven’t danced in over 25 years, I wasn’t all that bad a dancer then. So if you ever read this and want to give me another chance, I’d be delighted to dance with you. I resolve to dance more and talk less. Yes.

I resolve, furthermore, to accept death, war, cruelty, and anything else bad I can’t do anything about. I will dance and laugh until I die. I’ve heard death is a pleasant experience. Happy New Year!