and lit up the ridge across the valley from my house. Those windmills just started turning last week. I’m not one of those Vermonters who thinks they’re destroying the beauty of the ridgeline, so not.in.my.backyard. I think they’re cool, and they look really neat in the snow.
2012 was a mixed bag for those of us living at what used to be Rancho Felis Domesticus. No more living kitties running around, but in my dreams those ghost cats are all over the place. So, perhaps a new name for the place is in order. Suggestions welcome. (What’s the Latin for ghost cats?)
In that regard (and for a lot of other reasons) 2012 can be gone anytime. But, holding that first book in my hands? Holy cow. That was–is–something pretty cool. So the year wasn’t a complete failure. Pretty freaking exciting, to be honest.
This blog is another good thing of 2012 and I hope it continues that way. I’m amused that more people visited my blog this year than climbed Mt. Everest, or so says WordPress in the year-end summary that it sent me. Interesting stat to pick.
Here’s hoping for more happy stuff like that in 2013 for all of us. Happy New Year!
Wouldn’t it just be spiritum?
When we lost The Lord, I would sometimes feel him jump up on the bed and start kneading the covers by my head, just like he did when he was alive. I didn’t want to move out of that house because I didn’t want to lose my kitty ghost, but…[sigh]
Happy New Year, my new friend.
ps. I like the windmills, too.