Goodbye, almost, to 2012

To quote Dave Barry, “It was a cruel, cruel year — a year that kept raising our hopes, only to squash them flatter than a dead possum on the interstate.”  (See the rest of his tale here).

Indeed, it was a year in which I spent way too much time dreaming and not doing, a year in which I indulged in child-like fantasy, and a year in which I chose to bury my head in the sand, as more often than not, the news was too terrible to hear.  I bid the year adieu without even waiting for its last day, as I intend to start all over from this very minute.

The embroidery machine is chugging away in the kitchen right now, where for some strange reason, the counters are still clean and the dishes put away.  Most of the house is fairly tidy, and I intend to keep it that way.  I have the sewing machine out, and will finish up a quilt that has been in progress for far too long, as soon as I get the quilting machine started on some of the quilts that have been stacking up.  Where have I been?  What have I been thinking?  I guess I’ve allowed myself to run amok for far too long.  Perhaps it was the result of finally being freed from a job I hated, the effects of looking to wants instead of needs, or, most likely, the results of my own laziness.  At any rate, I am attempting to slam the door on such foolishness and start to build the rest of my life.

I did have a nice Christmas season.  The tree was put up and decorated, I made some ornaments for family, and sent a bunch of snowflakes to decorate the school where the Sandy Hook children will return to class.  They will attend my former middle school in Monroe, CT.  I hope a few of the little sparkles will bring some cheer or a sense of peace to those children.

Glide ornament

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I hope to spend New Year’s Day stitching a Quilt of Valor along (via internet) with my buddy, Judy Laquidara, www.patchworktimes.com, and I hope to have many more things to share with you all in the coming year.

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Pondering the cosmos

Wow.  It seems the world has gone crazy again.  Back in July, I posted about the sadness and the too-extensive media coverage of all this insanity.  It occurs to me now that I should have thought this through just a little more.  I think, at the root of all of this, is, after all, some form of insanity.  How is it that people (by large percentage, young males) come to the point in their lives where they commit such an unspeakable act?  Are some born with evil in their hearts?  I think it unlikely, but I suppose that somewhere in the twisted wire of DNA lurks the potential for the “bad seed” gene.  Perhaps it’s the things we do to each other as we grow.  Thrown in there are things we’ve been taught as we grow.  Do we bully classmates because they are not like us?  Do we squeeze people who are a bit odd or different out to the fringes so far that they feel the need to retaliate for the hurt they’ve accumulated?  Do we recognize that someone might have a mental condition and do nothing to reach out to them because we think it might be dangerous, none of our business, or because we just don’t want to get involved?  Do we not recognize that every human being has the same hopes and needs as the rest of us?  I don’t know.  Psychology was not one of my strongest subjects in school, but I do have some understanding of not feeling quite right at times, either being a bit depressed myself or consoling a friend who feels they just don’t fit neatly into society.

I do believe there needs to be a discussion about the ability to acquire weapons in this country.  I do believe in the right to bear arms, but I also believe that anyone who buys a firearm should have a background check and should be required to have training before taking possession of the weapon.  I also really don’t think any of us needs an assault weapon.  Just my opinion.  I know many will not agree.

Anyway, as I commented elsewhere today, if you are having trouble finding the spirit of the season this year, try just lighting one little candle.  Before the development of the world’s major religions, this is what the season was all about.  Coming out of the darkness into the light as the days grow longer after the solstice.  We have, in recent days, descended into substantial darkness.  I believe there is nothing to be done except to look for the light.  To keep moving and keep believing that more light is coming.  I wish you all light, hope, and, eventually, joy.  Blessings to you all this holiday season.