Monday, December 31, 2012

End of the Year, Demise of the Tree

Dear John,
 
It's New Years Eve. I always write a review of the old year on this night, but tonight I don't even want to think about 2012, much less write about it. This time last year we were so glad to see the end of 2011. We said that no matter what, we knew 2012 couldn't be as bad as 2011 had been. Our optimism didn't last long, did it? The year has seemed like one long nightmare - the year the worst thing that could ever happen to me, happened. Now, 2011 looks delightful. So I don't think I'll write about this year - if I can, I'll try not to think about it. I don't plan to stay up very late tonight. Why should I want to celebrate a new year without you?
 
Now, on to more mundane things.
 
I took Hunter for his first vet exam and vaccines today. June thinks he's about three months old. She approved of getting him for Jethro's sake. I think he's helping both of us. And he and Jethro are progressing. Jethro is less afraid of him today, and they've spent half of the day romping around the house and the other half sleeping together on the couch.
 
The big news of the day was the coming down of the Christmas tree - with a resounding crash. Was it the kitten that I've had for 36 hours? No, it was the dog. They were chasing each other around, Hunter ran behind the tree, and Jethro made a lunge at the base of the tree. Down came everything, right on top of the dog. I was concerned about the cat being frightened, and found him behind your recliner happily playing with a piece of the detritus. Don't worry - no special ornaments were broken. Now I know why it wasn't right to put the angel on top of the tree this year.
 
So the tree is down and put away. The lights and ornaments are on the dining room table for me to pack away tomorrow, along with the rest of the decorations. I'd planned to take everything down over the weekend, but the wildlife wouldn't let it wait that long. The Steelers play the Browns tomorrow - I wish we could watch it together. And tomorrow will begin a new year. Sometimes I wonder, rather idly, what it will bring, but I'm finding that I don't particularly care. The days roll along and I trudge through them, but they don't feel very real. I know you haven't guessed this, but I miss you a lot, and I wish you were here or I was there.  
 
Should I wish you a happy new year? Tomorrow is the feast day of St. Basil the Great, and that's probably more important for you. Wish Dick a happy name day for me! I'll take the furry creatures off to bed and hope the fireworks end soon so that they'll sleep.
 
Love you so very much,
Joan.

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