(Photograph by Dear Patient M from his excellent new blog, Balihai)
Happy Belated New Years to you! Crank up the gramophone and dance about like loons!
Where did those silly old Noughties go? Is it just my imagination or are decades just not what they used to be? My distaste for the 1990s has been expressed elsewhere on this blog. I do not believe that the Noughties were much of an improvement in the personality stakes. For all of its horrors (Cold War Angst, Stonewash denim, T'Pau's "China in your hand") at least the 1980s had pluck! Those 1980s had vim!
2. Most people live on a lonely island, lost in the middle of a foggy sea...not for much longer!
Onwards and upwards to more salubrious topics. The lovely image above is one of Dear Patient M's Holga photos, taken at the Butchart Gardens in Victoria, BC. Yes, my long-suffering paramour has recently started his own blog:
I highly recommend it - there is less sturm, less drang and many more pleasing images than you will find on this blog!
(Actually, I almost included a link to a Bahai Community blog instead of Dear Patient M's blog by mistake. That particular blog also featured less sturm, less drang than this blog. But, if I might respectfully add, the pictures were not much chop.)
New Year was quite a different experience for me this year. For starters, I sprang out of bed on New Year's Day without a hangover . It was a sunny and breezy day and it was hard to keep my surprising euphoria in check.
I have always slavishly made new year's resolutions in the past. I have never kept them for long. I have finally twigged that new year's resolutions are, for me at any rate, rubbish.
Instead of "resolutions", then, I cautiously venture to share some of the things I would like to achieve this year:
1. Learn the banjo. I want to pluck like mad.
2. I would like to write a story about a chain smoking amateur sleuth with sloping shoulders who gets about in a long pea-green coat, and makes her way from one mystery to another by train. The mysteries to be solved would all be rather second-rate. I think that story will be called "A bit of fun". The screwball comedy about a dowager and her lost jewels will just have to wait for the moment. I think that one will be called "A touch of elegance".
3. I would like to appear on the ABC's 'Collectors' with my ever-growing collection of World Record Club records. Before some upstart beats me to it.
Do I ask for the moon? I think not.