Tuesday, January 02, 2007

Hale The New Year

I've taken several cracks at an official New Year's Entry, but deleted them all. They sounded like the product of a stuffed head, trying vainly to be taken seriously. That's because my head is indeed very stuffed. My older daughter began the holidays with a bronchial virus. The rest of us tried to dodge the proverbial bullet, but in fact there was no bullet to dodge: each sneeze was a blunderbuss fired at critically close range, and no-one was going to escape the viral enfilade.

So Happy New Year, one and all, even though January is one bonehead month to "begin" anything, nevermind a year. So far as I'm concerned, the new year begins in Autumn, in line with the new academic year, or Rosh Hashanah. And I don't bother with resolutions, because my temperament has a resolve of its own. Setting my primary focus, on the other hand, is something I could probably benefit from. More later ... maybe ... if I can clear my head enough to focus.

Below are some odds and sods that I've enjoyed from the year that was.


dan h. said...

Blunderbuss and enfilade in the same sentence... now THAT is one heck of a cold!

Hope your 2007 finds you feeling better, but writing the same good stuff.

preacher dan

Whisky Prajer said...

actually, "blunderbuss" and "enfilade" were the sounds of our sneezes - onomatopoeias, if you will.