Tuesday, December 31, 2024

I resolve to.....

Thank everyone that's ever been here.

Thanks to everyone that's ever been here.

Never again get mad, throw a golf club when we are divvying up teams and I'm picked last in the weekly senior golf scramble. Honest Charlie, it wasn't on purpose.

Laugh when I know I should but ain't feeling it.

Never pass go to collect $200 and I've walked right past a hound dog without petting it. (One exception, and that's the understandidly protective Buddy when he's sitting on my Outlaw Sister's lap.)

Be nice or shut my trap.

Challenge when someone is being wronged.

Eat basically whateverinthehell I want wheneverinthehell I want.  So I die a day, a week, or a month or two earlier.

Go to the gym as often as I can.  Every fifth or so time, in addition to jacuzzi and sauna, I might walk 30 minutes.  It's really difficult to visit, meet new people when one is moving.

Reply, when asked, "Howya doin?" with every positive vibe that's sifted through my day.

Listen, when I ask, "Howya doin", stand back, and if negative Nellie's are included in their answer (my damn boss..  SIL, bursitis,  arthritis, yada) IMMEDIATELY, take my shoe off. Works, dunno why. Confuses, takes their (raging) train of thought away, silence wins out.

Take joy in interacting with little ones... the leaders of our tomorrow.  Exciting to invasion the life steps they'll take in days ahead.

Save pics of friends, family, coworkers, all loved ones, in my 'eye cloud' for future reflection,  remembrance. 

Remember as best I can in the fleeting 'this too shall pass' wonderful moments... and also, forget, the yuck 'this too shall pass' sad, bad, patooey moments.

Spread love, all kinds.

Compliment when it ain't cheesy or forced.

Take back roads. 

Not overspend. 

Collect mores friends.

Spend time with the ones I got.

Fling the L word.

Ok, Love.

Continue the realization, I, you, everyone, is perfectly imperfect.

Stay up until midnight, and 12:01am, 2025.

Lie, just one more time this year.

Happy New Year,

Love, Victurd 


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