Finally framed my Merglenn print! Isn’t it interesting where the flash hit? Looks like I haven’t quite reached the third frame yet. But soon . . .
I was going to write a post with my *new* New Year’s Resolutions but got sidetracked. It’s no big deal: Besides the generic “get organized, get out of debt and save money” I didn’t really have any. I had purchased a scanner and planned to go paperless, but that would be a multi-year project. I planned to spend more time on crafty/artistic pursuits, but had no specific goals, just a “do it already, get busy, do stuff.” Meaningful stuff. Whatever that meant.
I took a loan from my 401K for my new roof
Last year’s resolutions were mostly met but for the financial ones. I have a good reason though: I was partially furloughed last summer and had to take a 20% pay cut. I was fully back to work after about a month and a half, but it was a setback nonetheless.
Things have been tight but I can finally see daylight at the end of the tunnel, so long as I’m not derailed by another medical emergency. First order of business after certain debt payoffs is a financial cushion, one I’ve not fully enjoyed for at least fifteen years. Getting out of debt completely is second on the list, though it will take longer than a year to achieve. Still, the path forward is clear, and I look forward to a bright, sunny, debt-free existence in the near future.
One thing I have “resolved” to do – which I suppose qualifies it as a “resolution,” – is spend more time in the sun. This decision came to me seemingly unbidden a few days ago, when I was . . . well, doing whatever I was doing, minding my own business, probably housework.
While busy with this mundane whatever, something that *felt* like the last stanzas of a poem invaded my thoughts. Something about putting my face to the sun before I die. The thought, and the image it evoked, felt important, magical even. So as not to dwell on it I quickly put it in a mundane context: “Okay,” I thought, “I will put my face in the sun. I spend too much indoors, could probably use the vitamin D. In fact maybe it will prevent me from dying sooner.”
Of course I Googled the phrase eventually, and found this poem by Jose Marti, the poet who inspired the Cuban independence movement:
I wish to leave the world
By its natural door;
In my tomb of green leaves
They are to carry me to die.
Do not put me in the dark
To die like a traitor;
I am good, and like a good thing
I will die with my face to the sun.
A Morir [To Die] (1894)
To the best of my knowledge, I’d neither read nor heard this poem before. I’ll do my best to remain unperturbed that the poem is about death, which is *not* on my list this year. Stepping outside to enjoy the sunshine, however, finally is.
This is always on my list
Drinking more wine is ALWAYS on my resolutions lists. A nightly glass of low-alcohol table wine really does seem to help my digestion. My insides feel “healed” now, and I have a gut feeling (haha) that it’s due to important changes in my intestinal flora. There is even evidence for this being the case, so . . . that’s my story and I’m sticking to it!
WebMD: Drinking Wine is Good for Gut Bacteria
Enough about the resolutions. So what’s new? Bunny is getting ready to graduate from UArts and recently announced a move to California with her boyfriend. Thinking about it feels a bit like the wind being sucked out of me. Then I take a deep breath and remember that this is the way life is supposed to go: Kids grow up, learn trades, find mates and fly the coop, not necessarily in that order. My child is right on schedule, and all is as it should be.