Sooooooo....
What else happened to me in 2012? Surely it wasn't all melanoma melodrama!
Damn tooting! Except for Nigel and Sixtus, it was actually a pretty darn good year.
For starters, no one in the family died--neither human nor feline. I'm kind of at the age where that has become one of the signs of a good year. A few weeks after Mom died, I was standing in the graveyard and he looked around and said: "There's an awful lot of people in here I used to sit down to Thanksgiving Dinner with." I'm kinda glad to have kept the number of folks above the ground the same this year.
Then there's the job front. My plethora of part-time gigs here and there yielded a connection that in turn yielded an awesome regular part-time gig, with just enough hours at the right amount of pay that allows me to do work that I love, and still have plenty of time for junking!
I don't get benefits, but I got picked up on Keith's insurance this summer. That is what has enabled me to get my surgery.
I had what I consider to be my best year of blogging ever, with over 200 posts in the hopper at year's end.
The junking front continues to reap benefits for me, both fiscal and otherwise. I'll be writing a lot more about that in the year to come.
We bought a new car that's the right size for running around town, going camping, and junking! The best of all worlds!
We saw Kris Kristofferson give an awesome open air show! We also took a lovely trip to celebrate
Yes, those two tumorous twerps did rear their ugly little mugs, but they were dispatched. Now, I just need to make it through the next steps, whatever those may be. I really wish it was all over, but there is still some ways to go, unfortunately.
Overall, though, I can't complain. There are things I could have done better. Things I should have done better. Things I wish I had done. Things I wish I hadn't. In that regard, it was a lot like every other year. Looking back always brings that kind of feeling, doesn't it?
As for 2013, who knows? I guess we'll just have to take that journey together, huh?
Showing posts with label 2012. Show all posts
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Friday, January 11, 2013
Tuesday, January 01, 2013
Goals for 2013 (Short Term)
Okay, I'm not really writing this on January 1, 2013. Let me get that little bit of truth in advertising over with first.
With any luck, I'm sitting up in a hospital bed, so hopped up on pain meds that I don't know my own name, much less that it's a brand new year. With a little more luck, Nigel and Sixtus are gone, everything under the lump was clean and clear, and I don't have bits of my butt grafted on my neck in their place. If I do end up having all that much luck, then I'm certainly not going to be in any shape to write a blog post.
However, I'm not the only person who finds himself in a state of dubious consciousness on the first day of the new year, which means that I really don't have that much of an excuse for not blogging. I don't believe that any of those revelers in Times Square are waking up this morning and wondering if they have bits of buttock on their neck, though.
Usually during the first week of the year, I like to think about recaps of the previous year and then setting some goals for the new one. I don't always get around to blogging those thoughts, but I do try. Given my current hospitalized and medicated condition, I kind of have a tunnel vision thing going on. 2012 was the year I found out I had cancer and my goal right now is to get out of the hospital and get healthy. That'll have to do for the moment.
Once I'm back in the saddle (sometime before the end of the month), I'll write a little more about the year that was and what I would like to get done in the year to come. How does that sound?
By the way, I'd like to say "thanks" to all of you all who have expressed concern and support to me, either in comments or by private message. I've tried to be low key and nonchalant about this whole damn thing, because the alternative was to drive myself and those around me nuts. I hope that hasn't made it seem like I don't appreciate all of your support, because I really, really do. I've read many of those messages several times over. Thanks for being a part of my life, folks. I'm truly lucky in that regard.
With any luck, I'm sitting up in a hospital bed, so hopped up on pain meds that I don't know my own name, much less that it's a brand new year. With a little more luck, Nigel and Sixtus are gone, everything under the lump was clean and clear, and I don't have bits of my butt grafted on my neck in their place. If I do end up having all that much luck, then I'm certainly not going to be in any shape to write a blog post.
However, I'm not the only person who finds himself in a state of dubious consciousness on the first day of the new year, which means that I really don't have that much of an excuse for not blogging. I don't believe that any of those revelers in Times Square are waking up this morning and wondering if they have bits of buttock on their neck, though.
Usually during the first week of the year, I like to think about recaps of the previous year and then setting some goals for the new one. I don't always get around to blogging those thoughts, but I do try. Given my current hospitalized and medicated condition, I kind of have a tunnel vision thing going on. 2012 was the year I found out I had cancer and my goal right now is to get out of the hospital and get healthy. That'll have to do for the moment.
Once I'm back in the saddle (sometime before the end of the month), I'll write a little more about the year that was and what I would like to get done in the year to come. How does that sound?
By the way, I'd like to say "thanks" to all of you all who have expressed concern and support to me, either in comments or by private message. I've tried to be low key and nonchalant about this whole damn thing, because the alternative was to drive myself and those around me nuts. I hope that hasn't made it seem like I don't appreciate all of your support, because I really, really do. I've read many of those messages several times over. Thanks for being a part of my life, folks. I'm truly lucky in that regard.
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