In with the old, out with the new ....

In a conversation with my mom last week, she mentioned that it was easier to talk to me about "wooly things" than "straight things". I asked what she meant by "wooly"; she had no response. It was just one of those sort of non-sequiturs that come along in conversation from time to time. The truth is I knew what she was talking about, even though the conversation's subject matter was anything but "wooly". It was about life and death, the passage of time and friends ... but not so much about the meaning of life. As usual, what you see is not what you get. Yes, such is life.

I hung up on her and put on a cozy wool sweater that was unravelling. Again, such is life. All that we tether to us, eventually tatters and falls away.

Maybe my life would be better spent picking up the pieces of life's daily dander, rather than incessantly scratching the itches of whims that come and go. Maybe not, but then since it's New Year's Eve, it's a good time for pensiveness. That's why I started this blog today. This coming New Year threatens to be a pretty bleak one. Yet, onwards I plod, sparkling wine in hand, surging forward to face it, not unlike a deer caught in a pickup's headlights.

Time for some resolutions:
- Lose weight
- Make money
- Practice guitar one hour a day
- Write a blog
- Figure out what it all means

Being fairly realistic here, don'tcha think? Then again, maybe I'm just pulling the wool over my own eyes again... as usual. At least it's better than sticking my head in the ground. After all, ignorance is bliss, but denial is just plain stupid.

Happy New Year.

PS. Thanks for reading. Some days you get philosophy, some days you get cornbread stuffing recipes. That's just the way it goes.

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