A Year In Review: Goodbye to 2016

  • Europe’s The Final Countdown played as midnight rolled over into the new year
  • I thought I would edit my book The Minäverse in earnest, being that it was The Final Countdown; it was going to take a month
  • It took a year
  • Instead, I racked up client work like raindrops falling from the sky in my childhood town of Portland
  • Meanwhile, the election charged ahead, with Trump’s antics creating an election season like none I’d ever experienced in all my years of voting
  • I shut off Facebook for my own sanity and never really missed it, although I miss chatting with family members I rarely see; I kind of wish other modes of communication were still the fashion
  • My second child reached the age of adulthood and left the nest
  • I began to see white butterflies everywhere; if I went for a walk, white butterflies would follow me; one day, when I sat on my porch, dozens flew back and forth past me and around me; a pair of white butterflies visited my workplace, and I could see them outside the window for weeks
  • I had another birthday, on which day of celebration, I was startled to see the apparition of a bear outside my bathroom window; my husband suggested perhaps I’d glimpsed into the Shadow Realm; this could be true of the butterflies, as well (see The God Cup for more info on white butterflies)
  • Brexit happened, and I was impressed the British had sought independence; not that it’s any of my business, but I was sorely disappointed in them when they joined the EU
  • I got tired of my (non client day job); I looked for other jobs; I got promoted at my job and liked it 100% more than before
  • I gave up client work almost entirely, except in very particular cases
  • I went back to the town I officially call home in order to vote, as I was still registered there; Trump subsequently won the presidency, albeit not in my blue state, where Gary Johnson took about 10% of the vote; hey, people here really liked him as governor and seemed not to notice he’d turned into a raving lunatic since those heady libertarian days
  • I ached to finish my  book; I kept finishing and then not being finished again (I still want to go over that last chapter one more time; I’M SORRY, OKAY?!)
  • Meanwhile, pretend Russians threatened to take over America, while Putin no doubt rolled his eyes in the privacy of his home — or threw things; one can’t really say what Putin does when the camera isn’t watching
  • And Europe continued to be invaded by refugees and/or terrorists, as did the US
  • A loved one ended up in the hospital right before Christmas (no details, as I don’t have the right to discuss others’ lives on the internet)
  • Instead of going out and chopping a Christmas tree in the forest, as we usually do, we purchased a tree from a lot; it’s a Douglas Fir and quite possibly the most beautiful tree the kids have ever decorated
  • My family drove out to be with us, and Christmas was good
  • New Year’s Eve was mellow, with enchilada style casseroles, sparkling cider, and classic Tom Clancy films
  • As the new year rolled over, Alphaville’s Forever Young played from the station that my husband quickly turned on after the credits rolled for Patriot Games
  • The Final Countdown to Forever Young? I’m not sure what to think; I’m still thinking about it to be honest; one could take it a myriad of ways
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  1. Oldest had a book she loved, about a Douglas Fir. The protag’s name was Douglas. Imagine how hard the writer thought about that one.

    The text of the story was really overcooked. and It came with an audio version with SONGS. I’m glad she moved on to actual books because I might be dead now, otherwise.

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