2010 in review, and other ramblings
Well, here it is 2011. Can't say I'm going to miss 2010, because it was possibly the worst year of my life, and I'm glad to put it behind me. Too much happened in 2010, too much heartache, too much sadness, too much stress. So by myself last night I toasted the new year, that it may be better than the last, because it's hard to believe that it could possibly be worse. Which is not a challenge, Universe!
But aside from have a couple drinks and finishing off my bottle of vodka, I didn't do anything New Year's Eve. I sat in my living room, alone mostly, looking at my pretty Christmas tree and thinking about last New Year's Eve, and the past year in general. I thought about my grandmas, I toasted their memories. I thought about the house, and how, even though the roof is leaking because of the snow and ice, and I have to replace at least one wall, it is still my house now, and it has remained in the family, and it is a wonderful accomplishment to be a homeowner. Something I honestly never dreamt I would be at 26. So, it was a rather lonely New Year's Eve, but it wasn't horrible. And I didn't spend it on the Washington Avenue Bridge like last year. I believe that's progress.
Today I cleaned up the kitchen, reorganised the recycling bags beneath the table, cleaned off said table and lowered one of its leaves, so the kitchen seems larger now. We're going to paint it hopefully within the next month or so, and Krys and I were discussing our plans for it, kind of getting everything set in our minds. I think it's going to look really nice when we're done, if we can ever get around to doing it.
Thursday marked exactly one month of my buying the house.
Krys and I went over to my parents' today to spend some time and eat leftovers from their party last night. Got to see my doggies. I sure do miss them. And I miss my piano, too. I can't wait until it's moved over here. I want to get the living room redecorating over with first, but I'm not sure I can really wait that long. I really miss having that to help with my music practice.
Anyway, there isn't much else to say, I guess. Betty's memorial service is finally set for the 20th, and I'm working on the music for it. I hope I can sing as well for her as I did for Margaret. I hope I can get through it. Every service is its own challenge. Every service brings its own emotions. We'll just have to wait and see. I pray I'm strong enough to do this. And then I hope I don't have to do another funeral for a good long while, because there have been too many lately.
In 2010 I bid good-bye to:
my grandma Margaret
my grandma Betty
Andy's grandma Elly, who was like a third grandma to me
my great-aunt Harriet
my great-aunt Lucy
my cousin Ken
I bought a house, settled in at my now not-so-new job, had my best friend move in with me, been up and down the roller-coaster too many times with Andy (between his grandparents' passings, his dad's cancer, his relationship with his girlfriend), contemplated suicide, learned how to do laundry, took on a mortgage, struggled with my music, struggled with finding a place to belong. Maybe in 2011 I'll find answers to some of those still unanswered questions... maybe....
But aside from have a couple drinks and finishing off my bottle of vodka, I didn't do anything New Year's Eve. I sat in my living room, alone mostly, looking at my pretty Christmas tree and thinking about last New Year's Eve, and the past year in general. I thought about my grandmas, I toasted their memories. I thought about the house, and how, even though the roof is leaking because of the snow and ice, and I have to replace at least one wall, it is still my house now, and it has remained in the family, and it is a wonderful accomplishment to be a homeowner. Something I honestly never dreamt I would be at 26. So, it was a rather lonely New Year's Eve, but it wasn't horrible. And I didn't spend it on the Washington Avenue Bridge like last year. I believe that's progress.
Today I cleaned up the kitchen, reorganised the recycling bags beneath the table, cleaned off said table and lowered one of its leaves, so the kitchen seems larger now. We're going to paint it hopefully within the next month or so, and Krys and I were discussing our plans for it, kind of getting everything set in our minds. I think it's going to look really nice when we're done, if we can ever get around to doing it.
Thursday marked exactly one month of my buying the house.
Krys and I went over to my parents' today to spend some time and eat leftovers from their party last night. Got to see my doggies. I sure do miss them. And I miss my piano, too. I can't wait until it's moved over here. I want to get the living room redecorating over with first, but I'm not sure I can really wait that long. I really miss having that to help with my music practice.
Anyway, there isn't much else to say, I guess. Betty's memorial service is finally set for the 20th, and I'm working on the music for it. I hope I can sing as well for her as I did for Margaret. I hope I can get through it. Every service is its own challenge. Every service brings its own emotions. We'll just have to wait and see. I pray I'm strong enough to do this. And then I hope I don't have to do another funeral for a good long while, because there have been too many lately.
In 2010 I bid good-bye to:
my grandma Margaret
my grandma Betty
Andy's grandma Elly, who was like a third grandma to me
my great-aunt Harriet
my great-aunt Lucy
my cousin Ken
I bought a house, settled in at my now not-so-new job, had my best friend move in with me, been up and down the roller-coaster too many times with Andy (between his grandparents' passings, his dad's cancer, his relationship with his girlfriend), contemplated suicide, learned how to do laundry, took on a mortgage, struggled with my music, struggled with finding a place to belong. Maybe in 2011 I'll find answers to some of those still unanswered questions... maybe....