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I'm probably not a “brilliant”
writer, but I like to think I'm “gifted” on good day.
But lately (ever since The Election, if
I'm honest), there haven't been that many; It's not that we didn't
have good times, – there's always something to celebrate with kids
(not to mention a dog and cat). But there was always something not
quite right. We were waiting, not for the other shoe to drop, but
for a whole display case of shoes to fall over.
This past winter was like a soggy
spring or summer. The scarves and mittens stayed in the drawers, and
Karen's boys never got to wear the snowsuits they'd gotten for
Christmas. We watched White Christmas and A Christmas Story, hoping
for real snow, but after a fall which didn't leave you feeling brisk
drinking your Pumpkin Spice cocoa or latte in your autumnal turtleneck, I was worried.
Ed wanted to know why I was getting
upset over weather. I said obsessing about trivia kept my mind off
the real problems, not the least of which was feeling guilty because
so many people had so many more problems.
We hoped that 2020 would fix things.
But we should have know that a leap year with a full moon on Friday
the thirteenth would be, as Kate said, “a real side trip on The
Journey” or as Nikki put it, “Another f**king opportunity so make
some different mistakes for a change.”
And we're off!
