End of Year Meme
Although I've sworn recently to friends and family that I am tired of sadness and grieving, I must admit that the holiday hoopla doesn't really foster in me much joy. So again, in lieu of substantive blogging, a meme:
This one asks for the first sentence from the first entry of each month of 2006. I think it does a good job highlighting the major events in my life from the year: the grief, the eviction and move to new house, the birth of my nephew, the lack of work on my dissertation, and my struggle to soldier on...
January: I can't say I subscribe to the belief that as you spend New Year's Day, so follows the rest of the new year.
February: I just finished the bottle of wine.
March: My therapist, Dr. Metaphor, says grief is the ocean, pounding me with its waves.
April: Add to my list of accomplishments today, a dog bath for Hazel, who has finally become brave enough to wander off the back porch and explore the backyard a little.
May: Spam spam spam spam spam.
June: My brother called today and asked if the reason I haven’t been updating my blog frequently is that I’ve been channeling my productive writing energies into the dissertation.
July: My brother and sister-in-law had a baby boy this afternoon!
August: Badger boy and I are back from our whirlwind trip through Maine and Ontario (the Georgian Bay to be precise).
September: You can assess how well -- or how poorly -- I am coping by the absence on this blog of any substantial rants against my landlords.
October: Edited: Too bad. Ya missed it
November: I knew in advance that this week would be hellish, what with various appointments, examinations, obligations.
December: Yeah, I'm still here.
This one asks for the first sentence from the first entry of each month of 2006. I think it does a good job highlighting the major events in my life from the year: the grief, the eviction and move to new house, the birth of my nephew, the lack of work on my dissertation, and my struggle to soldier on...
January: I can't say I subscribe to the belief that as you spend New Year's Day, so follows the rest of the new year.
February: I just finished the bottle of wine.
March: My therapist, Dr. Metaphor, says grief is the ocean, pounding me with its waves.
April: Add to my list of accomplishments today, a dog bath for Hazel, who has finally become brave enough to wander off the back porch and explore the backyard a little.
May: Spam spam spam spam spam.
June: My brother called today and asked if the reason I haven’t been updating my blog frequently is that I’ve been channeling my productive writing energies into the dissertation.
July: My brother and sister-in-law had a baby boy this afternoon!
August: Badger boy and I are back from our whirlwind trip through Maine and Ontario (the Georgian Bay to be precise).
September: You can assess how well -- or how poorly -- I am coping by the absence on this blog of any substantial rants against my landlords.
October: Edited: Too bad. Ya missed it
November: I knew in advance that this week would be hellish, what with various appointments, examinations, obligations.
December: Yeah, I'm still here.
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