Resolutions

Monday, January 2, 2023

Yep, I typed 2022 and backspaced. I have been confused about this year the whole year. What year is it? I kept thinking it might already be 2023 half of the time, because people (and me) kept talking about plans for 2023. Or my brain is spongey and that is that.

We got home without incident, then watched the movie Spirited while we ate our leftover pizza. What a win leftover pizza is. There is still some left for my lunch tomorrow!

I want to talk about new year’s resolutions. About 35 years ago, I decided to make a real, necessary, measurable, keepable resolution. It jumped out at me – because it was needed. I resolved to wipe off every top of bottle and bottle top before putting them back together. I have not once broken that resolution. The whole I-am-going-to-reinvent-my-entire-self resolutions didn’t seem like a good idea, so I went with an actual life improvement that I could do.

Remember: I like a streak. I will not break a streak if it is in any way possible not to. So, I make doable resolutions.

Resolutions don’t come on New Year’s Eve. NYE sneaks up on you. First, it’s the day after Christmas and you are playing with your toys (adult or not). Then there are movies to watch and games to play. Then there are naps to take. Then all of a sudden it is NYE and you haven’t even begun to have resolution thoughts. New Year’s Day can be a great time to think about resolutions – a calm and reflective day. Resolutions do not start until your regular schedule resumes – or perhaps not even until the first Monday of the new year schedule, if you are struggling to get started.

Mine starts tonight. I am resolving to make my lunch (actually make it, not just think about it, or worse, wonder about it) on any evening before I know I am going to work. If some bizarre, heretofore unexperienced, event happens where I end up going to work without knowing the night before, the streak is not broken. It makes the morning go soooooo much more smoothly, and yet, I find it nearly impossible to do. It is like I have to move a mountain with a spoon instead of put a piece of pizza in a Tupperware. Seriously. Now that the resolution is made, the streak begins, and my mornings will be sweeter!

Are you wondering at all about the POTD? It’s a couch. It’s in my sister’s basement. I suddenly just had to take its picture before we left this morning – I don’t think I ever have – and I am glad because I took no other pictures to share today. I don’t actually know the provenance of the couch – I think it just was in the basement when my parents moved there 30 years ago. It is a hide-a-bed and it is where I sleep when I visit Waukesha. There is a bedroom with a bed, but it is a double (Keith and I do not fit) and it is hard (HARD). I like this bed. I do not think Keith likes this bed. I tell him he can sleep upstairs on the rock bed, but he never does. The corner of the basement is DARK. You sleep SO WELL.

Just imagine how snazzy it was in the living room when it was first delivered!