December 21, 2007

It’s been an odd year in Paradise by the Pinchgut…

And not just because 2007 isn’t 2006 or 2008.

Although I think that’s still probably part of the problem. That, and monkeys.

But back to the point. Which is itself a first, seeing as how I’ve never felt constrained by the boundaries imposed by “polite society” to “make a point.” ::shakes fist at polite society:: Take that!

Anyway, it’s just been all sorts of topsy turvy—my new, bold, edgy blogging strategy at the beginning of the year—which I termed “NEW, BOLD, EDGY!!”—was quickly beaten to death by all of the usual old, timid, dull suspects. But at least there was still a vast quantity of old timid dull crap to look at, that is, until I quit blogging completely when I got my new job back in August.

That right there has itself been such an experience, one full of interesting stories and insights and catastrophes, all of which would have made such great new blog fodder if I still had time to write it all down. Which I haven’t.

And not only that, there was all the junk that’s been going on in the world that I had no way of commenting on, no matter how much I wanted to. All of the various celebrity shenanigans, the foibles of those quaint souls in the media, the vituperations of the vicious vivisectionists of the legal profession, the always bountiful stupidity of the criminal class and Congress (but I repeat myself), all the various heartwarming marsupial stories, the beauty pageants, the pie-eating contests, the World Series, the Piece of Wood That Looks Like Jesus Which Was Found In A Vacant Lot by a Poor Homeless Man Who Sold It On eBay for 5 Million Dollars But Who Had to Go To Jail When It Was Found Out He Was Really an Escaped Convict and the Wood Was Really Just a Hunk of Wood He’d Carved To Look Like Sorta Like Jesus and so He Didn’t Get Any Money Out of the Deal But Nonetheless Created an Even Bigger Stink When He Said He Found a Bar of Soap in Prison That Looked Like Muhammed And The Entire World Exploded in a Fit of Swarthy-Faced Wild-Eyed Rage By Militant Unitarians—that sort of stuff was just begging for someone like me to comment, but it was simply not to be.

But at least I am getting paid more now, and actually get to do productive-type stuff instead of acting as a bureaucratic anchor to progress, so hey, it ain’t all bad.

Back at the house, there’s been all sorts of stuff going on as well. It’s a constant blur, which was one of the nice things about having a blog, back when I had one, that being that I could write stuff down and have some way of not forgetting it all. That’s really the thing that hurts most. All those little stories and incidents with the kids or Miss Reba, none really earth-shattering or anything, just little bits of life, but they were bits of MY life, and there was some comfort in knowing that as they grew up and as I grew older and more forgetful, I’d have some way to look back and be able to relive a little of the fun. You didn’t get to hear about the dog eating the bike helmet, or Catherine walloping Jonathan with the broom handle, or the Christmas parade. Not that you really wanted to hear about them, but they had a nice touch of humor in them. Makes the day go by a bit faster, y’know?

SO, anyway, enough of all that. Here we are near to the end of the year. If I still had a blog, I’d note that yesterday was its 6th (!) birthday, and I’d tell you all that I’ll be at home all next week enjoying the holidays with my kiddos and the stuff they mooched off of Santa.

Oh, what the heck—I think, for just this once, I’ll act like this place is still in business, and wish all of you a lovely holiday (no matter which day[s] you holify) and a Happy New Year! All of you be nice to each other, and be nice to yourselves, too.

See you next year.

Posted by Terry Oglesby at December 21, 2007 12:51 PM
Comments

Merry Christmas to you and yours. I sure wish you hadn't stopped blogging, although I imagine the new job is a lot more interesting -- even if it comes with less burned toast.

Posted by: Jordana at December 21, 2007 03:35 PM

Thank you, ma'am--all of you Adamses have a Merry Christmas, too!

As for burned toast, you are right, it's completely free of such constant effrontery. And the interior of the refrigerator, though small, isn't covered in a layer of sticky grime.

Now if only we could stop getting phone calls for Alabama Power...

Posted by: Terry Oglesby at December 21, 2007 03:40 PM

Merry Christmas to the Possum-clan from the Taters!

Yeah, we all miss the tales by the Pinchgut updates, but waddyagonnado? It seems difficult to imagine being too busy to blog. Sometimes I use that as an excuse (like this week) and other times the muse is not loose.

I hope 2008 can see a few more posts squeezed out of the mind of PossumPapa.

Posted by: Marc V at December 21, 2007 04:42 PM

Well, Hon, you and your family, and your readers', too, have a holly, jolly Christmas... (If I've heard that song once, I've heard it 30 times this season. I don't like it.)

...and a happy new year!

Posted by: Janis Gore at December 23, 2007 11:08 AM

You and your family have a wonderful Christmas too, Miss Janis, and may it be filled with songs you like!

Posted by: Terry Oglesby at December 24, 2007 09:29 AM

A happy a good holidays to y'all... & just in case y'all want, need to be naughty, well this elf is for you.

Posted by: Chef Tony at December 24, 2007 10:52 PM

http://icanhascheezburger.files.wordpress.com/2007/12/falalalala128419626101646250.jpg

It's good to know the Mr. Possum clan gets along.

Posted by: Chef Tony at December 28, 2007 04:17 PM

YIKES! Tony, that second one is disturbing, even for a fellow possum! I much prefer Elf(v)ira.

Posted by: Terry Oglesby at December 31, 2007 11:14 AM