Two oh two three...

Welcome to the year.

I would first like to inform you that I have managed to fulfil one of those (always in the long run wrecked) sub-conscious resolutions, to keep diary! (okay, fair enough, for one day - but on the upside -  for ONE WHOLE DAY!)

Of course, I remembered it at 11pm so its already a tenuous prospect.

Last year was a very mixed bag.

• It began with unblogged issues regarding a work situation.
• Then threats of floods.
• Then cancer.
• Then treatment.

The whole litany wasn't dreadful - there are indeed good things mixed in the not so good things in the above.

But the overall IMPRESSION of the year is one of those really dark paintings with some gold flecks highlighting (sometimes ironically) other things.

• Paris is now a high schooler
• ergo, V is now the male parent of an adolescent.  That is going as well as can be expected
  
• unfortunately with a side-salad of holy cow, I am the mother of one.  Eek
  
• House stuff happened.  House next door stuff happened.
  
• Work stuff happened (in fact, this statement is sprinkled liberally through)
  
• Family stuff happened (and keeps on happening)
  
• Covid hit
  

'Salina is all grown up and a well-regarded allied-health professional, doing well and enjoying what she does for a living.  We are still looking for some photos of the first ever orthotics that she made when V came into our lives!!

Eddie grew very old in November and we took him to the vet in December.  They said whatever we did would be palliative and then we got what medicine was available for his competing old-aged woes.  

It worked until it didn't and we said goodbye to him last Thursday.

Poor boy boy.

So 2023 has a clean slate on which to write.  I have some goals to try to achieve this year and might have to start taking being a grown up seriously.

Who knows if I will write more or stress less - but I can but try. 

So I am hopeful for the year ahead.

Possibly wary, but hey, we got through 2022.