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Saturday, January 01, 2005


I have only one superstition in which I believe: hanging or changing a calendar so that it displays a date in the future definitely brings bad luck.

This is, of course, totally irrational and absurd. I learned it from my paternal grandmother, who also warned me about ladders, black cats, spilled salt, opening umbrellas indoors and a number of other harbingers of doom.

Those superstitions are pure bunk. However, the calendar business is for real, and I have irrefutable empirical proof so toe-curling in nature that decorum prevents me from describing it here.

That's why it's such a relief when January 1 comes around. I can finally start making entries in my 2005 Planner Pad. Yeah, I've expanded upon my grandmother's original caveat. Not only is hanging a calendar ahead of time bad luck, but populating a paper organizer ahead of time is akin to cutting the string on the metaphorical sword of Damocles that hangs above all our heads.

That's why my current planner has about 200 to-do items for December 31, 2004. Now I get to transfer them all to a nice new book. Doing so really doesn't accomplish anything, of course, but it gives the illusion of accomplishment. Self-delusion is the perfect- perhaps the only- way to start out a new year.

As for resolutions, I have only one: making it to 2006. I figure if I can pull that one off, everything else will sort of fall into place.

Hope you all have a prosperous New Year. I suspect major changes are coming in 2005. To paraphrase Margo Channing (Bette Davis): "Fasten your seatbelts; it's going to be a bumpy year!"

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Friday, December 31, 2004

Back on the air...

Since Christmas, the missus and I have been fighting off horrendous, flu-ish respiratory infections. Fortunately, a trip to Dr. Larry's and a timely injection of (2S- trans)- Methyl 6, 8-dideoxy- 6- (((1- methyl- 4- propyl- 2- pyrrolidinyl) carbonyl) amino)- 1- thio- D- erythro- alpha- D- galacto- octopyranoside immediately stopped her incipient strep throat in its tracks. But the other symptoms remained, and I spent the majority of the week in bed with the dog and cat. I accomplished none of the grandiose plans I had for my extended holiday vacation, so I'm beginning the year deep in the hole.

We're off to our daughter's today to ring in the New Year with their family, the first time we haven't observed the holiday at our own home in 31 years. We're going to take the dog with us, but we're leaving the cat behind. I think she's a Buddhist, anyway.

To prepare for this momentous breach in family custom, we're taking naps this afternoon. Like Bill Vaughn said, "Youth is when you're allowed to stay up late on New Year's Eve. Middle age is when you're forced to."

Next year, I think I'm going to follow P.J. O'Rourke's recommendation for observing the holidays: "The proper behavior all through the holiday season is to be drunk. This drunkenness culminates on New Year's Eve, when you get so drunk you kiss the person you're married to."

Better start chugging the NyQuil. Now.

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