Happy New Year. It is Saturday morning, January 1st 2011. "I" and myself went out to the front yard about 4:30. I wanted to see if the world looked different.In going out that early I thought I might catch a glimpse of 2010 as she trudged away, but everything seemed quiet. Our Christmas lights that we burned for the last time this season seemed even brighter show cased against the darkness. I was asleep when the New Year rolled in. So I rang in a welcome myself by clanging the wind chimes once real hard. I hope the Baby Year appreciated it. For I'm sure the neighbors didn't.
I have given some serious thought to what my resolutions should be this year. I bought one last box of "Miss Debbie's" yesterday. As I opened the wrapping on cake one I broke the news to her. This is it "Debbie" I said. We can't go on this way any longer. You are clogging my arteries and enlarging my hips. We must part ways once and for all. So that is number one this year. "Miss Debbie has been thrown out of the house. Well, at least when I finish the box.
Number two, is that I am going to hold my tongue better with "The Emperor." Now I truthfully admit I am not sure how I will accomplish this resolution. Maybe surgery on my mouth. Having it clamped shut. I greet him in the mornings, "Good morning Mr. Sunshine I sing. A low growl exits his throat. Leave him alone," my inter voice says. But I chirp a string of constant chatter until he bellows, "Leave me the H--- alone." The Emperor has a low tolerance for chirpiness. So I will try harder to not annoy him. This one I am sure is doomed for failure.
Number three I am for sure going to accomplish. I want to learn Spanish. I say this every year. This year I mean it. I can learn over the Internet. So this time next year when I am writing this Blog in Spanish you will have to learn too. I see myself in my bright yellow skirt, peasant blouse, sandals, talking away in a foreign tongue. If I ever get to go to Mexico I will be ready.
The last one number four is that I will learn more tolerance. I talk a good game. Accepting others as I want them to accept me but I wonder at times if I really do. I want the world to see it all my way. Of course I still have enough smarts to know that is not going to happen. Tolerance, the following is dictionary meaning,
tol·er·ance-1. The capacity for or the practice of recognizing and respecting the beliefs or practices of others. So maybe this one should have been Number one instead of four. Learning to smile at The Emperor when he is feeling cranky. Tolerance. Hmm, I certainly will try.
I'm downtown Blogland. Laying on the street corner is a paper hat and horn. Gee, they must have partied here last night. There is no sign of human form or animal either for that matter. I know there are thousands that occupy this land but when I am here there is nobody to be seen. I loosen my grip on my words. My first of the year. I wish they could have been more poetic or sage. But alas I had none of those sort of words in my pocket. I head towards home. "Happy New Year," I call to the darkness. I'm outta here.
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