2002
The new year's eve spirit hit rock bottom last night. It was hot, it was unfestive, it rained (I love rain but never on new year's eve) and we were not home. That was it. Having reconciled with my (ex) husband required that we follow tradition and spend the eve wherever his mother was, and that was in San Pablo. Actually it wasn't all that bad. I guess I'm just not used to spending major occasions with in-laws again because my husband and I were separated for 7 years before we got back together last October.
Obviously, our reconciliation is one of the good things that happened this year so I really shouldn't be complaining. I suppose I just expected to feel a certain way because the year saw me through a whole damn fricken lot, and I'm just glad to see it over and that needed to be celebrated. 2002 was my annus horribilus, a year I'd rather forget, the year I passed the test.
So here I am now, thinking my first thoughts for the year. I just gave permission to myself to postpone the dieting for tomorrow because I have a hankering for some pork products. I want to eat lechon tonight. More importantly, if one were entitled to a wish that will be counted, I wish for there to be no war. Yes, no war, so I can sing ...
'All is quiet, on new year's day ...'
Filed Under: Seasons
Obviously, our reconciliation is one of the good things that happened this year so I really shouldn't be complaining. I suppose I just expected to feel a certain way because the year saw me through a whole damn fricken lot, and I'm just glad to see it over and that needed to be celebrated. 2002 was my annus horribilus, a year I'd rather forget, the year I passed the test.
So here I am now, thinking my first thoughts for the year. I just gave permission to myself to postpone the dieting for tomorrow because I have a hankering for some pork products. I want to eat lechon tonight. More importantly, if one were entitled to a wish that will be counted, I wish for there to be no war. Yes, no war, so I can sing ...
'All is quiet, on new year's day ...'
Filed Under: Seasons
Tags: lechon, schizophrenia
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