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Tag Archives: New Years
Another Year Older
Looking back. Continue reading
What 2017 Will Bring
A look at the coming year. Continue reading
Posted in Appreciating Deeply, Feeling Clearly, Laughing Frequently, Through the Calendar
Tagged Attitudes, New Years
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Deja Vu Again
Christmas Eve tall over again. Continue reading
Posted in Laughing Frequently, Through the Calendar
Tagged Attitudes, Childhood, New Years
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Twenty Thirteen
Another year begins. Will it be music to our ears, or a discordant crash of noise? Will it be the sparkle of new beginnings, or the comfort of old traditions? Will it be obligation, or invitation? Continue reading
The Perfect Moment
Marking the conclusion of a 12-year project to send letters on palindromic dates that won’t be seen again in this century. I am standing outside the Astoria OR post office, 11 years, 11 months and 11 days since the … Continue reading
Cleaned Out
Being the 9th in a miscellany of short posts to mark the 12 days of Christmas. For those of us with the tidiness gene/impulse/obsession, this is a great time of year, when we can indulge in socially sanctioned tidying. Better … Continue reading
Posted in Thinking Broadly, Through the Calendar
Tagged Christmas, Critical Thinking, New Years
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Back to the Future
Looking ahead 60 to 70 years, our children and grandchildren will live in an amazingly different world that we cannot begin to predict. But, as Dandridge Cole wrote, although we cannot predict the future, we can invent it. Continue reading
A Year in the Life
With apologies to Gilbert and Sullivan, there are years seasonal and calendrical, fiscal and liturgical, astronomical and academic(al). A year by any other name is not The Same, ranging in length by about 21 days (draconitic to sidereal, per Wiki). Continue reading
Predicting the Future or Committing to It?
In my youth I committed easily, almost cavalierly, the Terminator’s assured style fitting me like comfortable jeans. How, in mid-life, did I come to be wearing caution like a Sunday-best suit? Continue reading
