It feels to me like we just celebrated the start of 2012, but here we are in 2013. I can't believe how quickly time passed.
A lot of great things happened for me this year. It's been so fun watching my 2-year-old son grow and figure things out. In some ways, it's been one of the best years of my life. Also, I got a job and have met some wonderful people. I've learned a lot and witnessed amazing acts of kindness.
Yesterday I read an article published by Business Insider, which
listed the 25 most dangerous cities in America. Believe it or not,
Little Rock was listed as number 6! Are you amazed? Because I sure
was. The first thing that amazed me was the fact that cities like
Chicago and New York City didnâ€™t even make the list. I find that
pretty hard to believe. According to this article, every year the FBI
compiles a giant collection of data on crime in America. Local
precincts report everything from violent crimes to rape to art thefts.
First, I want to wish everyone a happy and healthy New Year. Most folks wish prosperity for others and I follow that tradition, but the last few years have taught me that without health, prosperity and other goodies are hollow.
Also a shout-out to Mrs. Hahn (although I am almost 65, she will always be â€śMrs. Hahnâ€ť because calling a former teacher by their first name seems disrespectful (grin). I saw in the paper she has hung up her weekly column â€“ citing age and the need to spend more time with Mr. Hahn, also a retired teacher.
This year will start my 73rd year of life. At this time of year, however, I was still a tiny surprise waiting to be discovered by my mother. It would not be until July 1940 that I actually showed up on the 27th day as a healthy 12 pounder, ready to hit the ground running. It seems as if I havenâ€™t stopped since.
It's probably too soon to write about Christmas 2012, which, in large part, for our family hasn't happened yet.
This, in short, is due to what I'm referring to as The Winter of Our Discontent.
It seems an appropriate choice since discontented is a mild adjective for the mood of just about everyone I know.
Because of the ice age we've been living in for the past few days, my bunch canceled the Christmas Day gathering and rescheduled it for later. Whether it happens on that day remains to be seen.
A house filled with children is a house filled with noises, commotions and smells not found in other places. If at least two of the siblings are in the adolescent stage of development and within one year of age of each other, the clatter and constant drone created simply by their presence is at levels that make the decibel scale insufficient for measurement. Adolescents create noise simply by â€śbeing,â€ť much similar to the way Pigpen creates dust just by standing still. Itâ€™s a law of nature. It canâ€™t be stopped. You can only hope to contain it.
Let me be the first to say that I WAS not one of those people who were running around hoping for a â€śWhite Christmas.â€ť Honestly? If I had my way, Iâ€™d live on an island in the middle of nowhere, surrounded only by blue ocean waters and the ONLY time Iâ€™d leave is when there were threats of a hurricane. Or a tsunami. And maybe a volcano eruption? Ok, ok, I get it. No place is perfect no matter where you live, but I have to say, if I wanted to shovel snow and drive on icy roads, Iâ€™d have stayed in Chicago.