It’s that magical time of year when I binge on “Best Books of the Year” lists and “Hey, Remember These Folks Who Died” retrospectives. There’s just nothing like the week between Christmas and New Year’s for media that was lovingly created months ago for this, The Week of No Working.
In that spirit, I should have written this post eons ago, or at least kept notes throughout the year. But no. No, I’m going with the events that are still memorable at the end of the year / beginning of the new year since I couldn’t even get this posted remotely on time. Here are the highlights of my 2015:
Greatest adventure: I could say going to the UK or doing a “I’m 40!” fake triathlon. But really, those experiences and those of their ilk have one constant: My Guy. Not to be all sap-o-rama, but marriage is a great adventure. Everything is more fun with him. I try to remember this when I’m trying to figure out where I could hide his body.
Best medical revelation: When I did my annual health assessment for insurance, I learned that I’m on the verge of being a junky. Evidently, all sleep aids automatically put you in the “elevated risk” category for substance abuse. Oh, OK. Today, I use melatonin. Tomorrow? Heroin. Of course.
Most poignant reminder of our frailty and the precariousness of our every day: Oh, my sweet, sweet Big Doodle. We’ve had our ups and downs this year, and every day I’m thankful for your kind eyes and loving disposition.
|“I have cancer? Is that like a rawhide?”|
My husband’s favorite discovery: Chopping spinach before putting it in a salad. It’s easier to eat than those awkward, unwieldy leaves. Direct quote that I am not making up: “Chopped spinach is the greatest development of Q4.” Yes, he speaks Corporate.
Best gift idea ever: For my birthday, my family filled a container with little slips of paper, each stating something that one of them loves about me. I ugly cried while reading the slips. It was so humbling. If you need a gift for someone you love, do this. If you need a gift for someone you don’t love, don’t do this, because it would just be an empty container. Just regift them an empty container and don’t mention that it should have love notes in it but you don’t love them. You know.
Most joyful movie-going experience: Star Wars. Duh. I felt a thrill at the opening credits and was delighted throughout. It was like being a kid again, but with beer. Because they sell that at theatres now.
Most life-affirming gathering: All of my cousins, aunts and uncles, and various and sundry kid-type people gathered for a family reunion. There were 34 of us, so it was a gigantic undertaking. Huge kudos to my brother who coordinated the event and organized things like photo slide shows, Q&A sessions, and surveys. When my grandma was in her 80s and not in the greatest health, she attended a family reunion and reported, “It was better than any medicine.” Now I get it.
Funny, these highlights tend to focus on the people in my world. That’s hard for this little introvert to accept, but whatever. As long as we can be together and not, like, actively interact, that’s cool.
What were the high points of your 2015?