Friday, February 03, 2012

I got ninety-nine blog ideas, but Groundhog Day ain't one

(That title made a lot more sense yesterday.  Trust me.)

Some people do a New Year's post on the last day of the year.  Some wait until the first day of the new year.  But I, I have taken the road less traveled by -- and by less traveled by, I mean probably not traveled by at all.  For I have chosen this early February spring day for my obligatory New Year's post.

I rang in the new year at Axl's.  The night was replete with old school Nelly, multiple complaints from the neighbor, and chopping wood.  The latter is not a euphemism.  Oh, how I wish it were.

Axl had recently reconnected with a high school classmate of ours, and she was on hand for the chopping of the wood, er... party.  At some point, Axl disappeared upstairs, returning a few minutes later with several of his high school yearbooks -- En Retrospect, they were always titled.  I believe it's Latin, meaning "to commiserate over wasted years."  And so the three of us spent entirely too much time doing just that.

At first it was interesting, as we discussed what we remembered about each other.  "I remember Bone always used to sit in the back of the class.  And you were always drawing or writing something."  That was news to me, as I didn't realize I was writing, even then.  And after all, surely there is some value to knowing how others view you.

But then it got to be a bit much.  "Even though H won Most Likely To Succeed, I voted for you."  "I still think you're the most likely to succeed, Bone."

See, I don't need to hear that.  What good does that do me?  For me, New Year's isn't about remembering and learning from past mistakes or thinking about the ways you can do better, it's all about forgetting.  Actually, that's not just New Year's, that's kinda how I view every day: I don't want to think too much about the past, and I sure don't want to ponder the future.

Beyond that, it was a bit of a backwards year for me.  The Januarys arrived in November.  And December was just a lot of days.  I had six weeks of the blahs.  For the first time in my life, I found myself dreading Christmas.  And usually, I'm Mister Christmas.  No, really, I actually had someone say to me, "What's wrong with you?  You're usually Mister Christmas."  Although I'm not sure how official any of these titles really are.

Nothing very devastating happened.  I was just going through some things, stuff was weighing on my mind, and that definitely contributed to a lack of blogging.  But then January was nothing like itself.  There was another Bama national championship to celebrate, and re-watch multiple times.  I saw Gordon Lightfoot in concert.  And the weather has felt more like April. 

So a most belated Happy New Year to you.  And there's reason to believe, maybe this year...

"I guess the winter makes you laugh a little slower, makes you talk a little lower, about the things you could not show her..."


  1. And now it's the worst month of the year: February.

  2. February seems like April this year. Hope I haven't jinxed it--and have been imagining the hurricane conditions as the ocean will be much hotter than normal

    The post made me laugh and I love the song

  3. "Another 'bama national championship..." And you had the blues? or the blahs? Funny, as always, Bone. Happy New Year and maybe we can read you Ground Hog Day post at Easter or on Memorial Day.

  4. Great to keep it in the state! Three years in a row!!! It really does feel like spring, complete with breeze.

  5. Cami Smith - Um no. My birthday alone elevates February above January! And probably November :)

    Pia - Funny, I was thinking that the mosquitoes will probably be worse this year because it never got very cold.

    Thanks. That is one of my favorite songs ever.

    Sage - Haha, I was thinking about saying something along those lines. And coming in December, Bone's 4th of July recap.

    Kontan - It's kinda weird. We literally had about five days of winter this year. It is severely limiting my opportunities to wear my Argyle sweaters.

  6. Winter (and Christmas) messes with the mind sometimes, doesn't it? And I have to say, even though I'm not a football person, that the day I heard that your team had won the national championship, I thought of Bone. Isn't that something about the blog world? Somewhere in Virginia on that day, a fellow blogger was thinking of you with a smile. Happy New Year to you - spring will be here soon! Have a good day~~ Sherri (formerly Fledgling Poet, but now Softly Piqued) :)

  7. I feel the same way,in that I believe in living each day as it comes. Live in the moment. Its too freakin easy to get caught up in what ifs.


  8. "But then January was nothing like itself"

    and for that phrase your deserve an award dear Bone

  9. Sherri - Yes, that's akin to my Geoblography, where when I hear news from a certain state, I immediately think of any bloggers I know from there.

    I suppose I really should change your name on my links, but you'll always be Fledgling Poet to me.

    J Adamthwaite - Oh, I forgot you were doing the Happy New Months! Happy New February to you.

    KittyCat - Happy New Year, KC! By the way, I haven't been able to see your blog for some time now. Keep getting an "invited readers only" message.

    Cooper - Thanks! It's a long and complicated relationship January and I have. I'm glad something good came from it.