Goodbye 2014 – shut the door on your way out.
I didn’t do anything on new Years eve, I never do. I don’t make resolutions either but people always seem to ask what they are so you have to have something up your sleeve. Last year I said it was to do more colouring in, which I did but it didn’t turn out to be as much fun as I was hoping. Also I ended up with a colouring in injury so had to take a couple of months off. It seemed to exacerbate my tennis elbow which hadn’t really been a problem for a couple of years. Maybe I grip the pencils too tightly. Anyway I always seemed to stuff up a picture in some way. I’d slip out of the lines or be almost finished then decide to introduce a new colour which totally messed it up or just use so many colours it looked as if I must have been tripping when I did it.
This year I plan on giving up raw garlic. I really am just not enjoying that any more. A couple of weeks ago I made this nice (looking) little green salsa to go with some beetroot and feta puff pastries I made and that night I couldn’t sleep due to the smell of garlic. It was on my hands and I must have touched my face and then my breath was so bad I was up at 3 am brushing my teeth and eating breath mints but nothing helped. I even thought I’d have to have a shower and wash my hair as the smell just seemed to be oozing out of my pores, I’m sure the whole room must have developed a funky smell. It happened once before as well so no raw garlic in 2015.
I think it’s going to be a good year. I don’t like to get too excited about things but I’ve had five bad years so I think this one should be okay and a horoscope I read did say I was owed a good year. I haven’t had whole, terrible, depressing years but each one had a major event that took a few months to recover from.
I’m sure you’re interested so I’ll run through them
2010: Our best friends of twenty years separated and divorced and she took up with a new man and the friendship just turned to shit then became non existent somehow which was really sad.
2011: My husbands father died and after the police broke down his door to find the body they also discovered he was an epic hoarder. That took about six months to sort out and it was sad really that he ended up that way.
2012: My father died after twelve depressing months of hospitals and aged care homes.
2013: My husbands step father died – who was more a true father than the hoarder.
2014: We almost lost our business and our jobs when our business partner and supposed friend tried to shaft us and I lost my last bit of trust in friends, most of who turn out to be not that friendly.
So I’m happy enough to put up with the usual downs that come in a year but I can do without a major upheaval this time thanks. I’d like it to cool down a bit as well please, an early Autumn would be appreciated.