The title of this post is a knockoff of a chapter title of a wonderful book I read last year. 2011 was, if nothing else, a great year for books.
I appear to be blocked! My last whine about 2011 pertains to the kitchen sink plumbing. Ask any architect and she’ll tell you that in her house 5% goes un-built, unfinished; in my case, it’s the sorry state of the kitchen (and its illegal drainage system). So yes, left to right, draining dishes, nasty sink, draining sprouts and overflowing compost bucket…a normal day here. 2012 means the sink is now draining.
Ah, a new year, a blank slate; a new year, new plans. The last year stunk on so many levels that I cringe on remembering. Too much death, too much illness, too cold in the gardens for much bounty. We even bookended the year with another week-long trip in the hospital with our daughter (she’s okay now; I thanked her, though, for getting ill before the new year’s high health deductible kicked in).
I am not one for resolutions and never have been. Too much road-to-wellville; too much revisionism: I suppose I am either entirely too pleased with myself as a package to change anything, or else I am too aware of the futility of such an effort…I leave you to judge which is closer to the truth. However. There appears to be one lingua franca, one currency, habitually common to women of my age, social status and education, and that is bitching about things, especially one’s life. I understand the reason behind it: sharing one’s gripes forms a (bizarre) kind of community. How tiresome this is. It’s wearying on so many levels I cannot begin to list them all. Even if I am reluctant to make personal resolutions, I will resolve to not join in the whinge daisy chain. How bad do we really have it? Not bad at all, not bad at all.
Can’t we flip it and share what we’re happy about?
I am happy, frankly, that we’ll be putting in a new greenhouse this year. I am on the fence about upping the CSA membership from six members to eight; we’ll see how it goes (membership typically starts in May, with all the new garden goodies), but I am so pleased to be sharing my food with people I care deeply about. I am so glad to have my job and to have chosen a profession that I love and that is so very rarely boring.
And, of course, I am so happy to share our garden virtually with so many of you. Happy 2012, all.