I just ate the last Christmas cookie standing at the sink waiting for my toast to pop up. It was unintended. Also medicinal. I waited too long to have breakfast and was starting to crash. The fact we still had one Christmas cookie left on January 4 should be noted. I baked a double batch of peanut butter cookies with the chocolate stars in the center. They were delicious and I didn’t burn nary a one. I really thought there would be more left because the tin with the blue ornaments on top was pushed back on the counter and I really thought it was full. But no, my husband found the tin and clearly has been sneaking cookies. I’m sure he’s just been eating them to save me from high glucose readings. Right? Right.
I’m okay now. I intended to start the day with my all new routine…but I got lost in my bookshelves looking for books about rabbits because my friend Lillian reminded me it’s the year of the Rabbit. I have a few children’s books but no Watership Down, by Richard Adams, which is what I expected to find. I thought maybe I should read it again this year. I was very young when I first read it on the advice of my mother who wanted someone to discuss the book with. That was back in the mid 1970’s I think. I need to read about the year of the rabbit. I might have to organize my Pinterest board too. Anyway…
It’s 2023. Normally I’d be considering resolutions and a word for the year, which if I’m honest, I never really kept up with the impossibilities I set for myself. I’m sure there are blog posts to prove that. Let’s not look back.
I’m not working at an outside job anymore so to combat my tendency to waste the days away in my very small world at home I am thinking of things to do that will get me out amongst people and the world beyond my home’s walls. For instance there’s some programs at the library. Well that’s all the further I’ve gotten. I know I want to write. I know I want to make art. For sure I will garden. Those are all the comfortable things to think about. There are also the shoulds. I should have a better diet, exercise, go to the dentist and the gynecologist, and get out in the world and people more, like to church, the library, possibly going to a few thrift stores etc. because I have a bunch of items I need to sell. And I can see again.
I put off a lot of stuff because I just couldn’t see. I had cataracts and finally had surgery in 2022. I did drive with horrible vision. Thank God nothing happened! But I limited my route to only the very very familiar, and had my husband drive for most everything else. I’m able to read paper books again for the most part of the print isn’t too tiny. I have some clouds still but nothing like it was and for the most part I can see pretty darn clearly, especially far away. I’ll write more about the specifics soon.
So the other traditional first of the new year thing I do is set my book challenge number on Goodreads. I decided on just a few more than last year-55. And adding to the challenge I’m going to read from my book stash, pic below, unread books that have gathered on my shelves. I’ve put them in alpha order by author on a shelf that is front and center. Most are older, given to me by my daughter, or purchased at thrift stores or book sales, or inherited from my mother. I’m starting there. She had a stack of books on her computer desk that I took when we worked on cleaning out the house. She read headier stuff than I have ever read so we’ll see if I make it through. (I’ll use her 100 page rule.)
So here we go, a new year, a fresh start. It’s a little somber because we’ve recently lost some favorite people but we are blessed to have known them just a little. So I’ll muddle through and hope to do my best each day of 2023.