Sunday, March 31, 2013

Seventh Blogiversary

It was an odd year. We began it so desperately deep in economic depression that we couldn't bring ourselves to recap the previous year. And yet by the end of the year we had, if not begun to dig ourselves out, at least found shovels and determined which way was up. The change was so profound that in our more unguarded moments we broached optimism.

On A Personal Note

I got back to My Musical Roots and enjoyed the occasional Friday Concert. Up to my ankles in angst I Take Back All the Bad Things I Said About Shostakovich.

For further diversion I published a photo of Our House In 1917 and settled down to Wilderness Survival, Armchair Style in the company of The Dave and Cody Show. Evenings and weekends I nailed down hardwood floors and wrecked my shoulder.

By mid-June we were deeply into Much Ado About Nothing (Act III, Scene 4) but before we knew it they were Leaving On Their Honeymoon.

Then it was time to think about Breakfast for the 20th Annual Durand Campout which, in keeping with the times, included Gluten-Free Waffles. Wildfires in August were Too Close For Comfort. We lit out for the seashore with Charlie and Barbie. We watched as Wally Gets His Wings.

In November I attended the premier of Jungleers in Battle in the company of a 41st Infantry Division widow and her lovely daughter.

In December we went on our Umpteenth Annual Christmas Tree Expedition and said Hello Roseburg! The we said hello to Gingerbread Enterprises Inc., sang Oh Kitten Tree, and counted our Christmas Booty.

As Winter dragged on we wondered about KWH vs Temp. Finally the term ended and we announced that It's Official... And so it was.

Meanwhile On The National Scene

We were Milking the Middle Class and watching the Facebook Faceplant. The newly nationalized greed industry made me Sick At Heart. But Frank asked What Is Everyone So Worried About?

The Rebellion Begins at home where Oregon's Outstanding unemployment numbers, That Now Famous Photo, and Clint Eastwood at the RNC all convinced me that our cause was not lost, which it was. Where Does the Money Go? Next time I'm Voting for Senator Kevin. All together now like Lemmings Off the Fiscal Cliff.

Ungovernable is not a bug, she said. We settled down to live like Winston and Molly. It's enough to drive you to Pen, Paper, and Stamp.

Quinoa Brings Wealth; Peasants Hardest Hit. We quietly enjoyed Gun Appreciation Day, some Idiot Rod Humor, our Unemployment In Color, and the Right to Keep and Drive Arms.

What about the next election? Imagine None of the Above.