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2022 Into 2023

Oops, fell off the Holidailies. Wasn’t feeling great, and then just lost the mojo. Sorry! But here’s a little survey going around another site, edited for public consumption.

Q. What did you do in 2022 that you’d never done before?

Had a doctor write me a note for medical leave which was as much for my mental health as my physical health.

Q. Did you keep your new year’s resolutions/intentions, and will you make/set more for next year?

I started to keep 2022’s, which was to get out and be more social, but that went haywire in April when my health problems started.

Yes, I have resolutions and intentions for 2023.

Q. Did anyone close to you give birth?

No.

Q. Did anyone close to you die?

No.

Q. What countries did you visit?

None.

Q. What would you like to have in 2023 that you lacked in 2022?

Consistent good health.

Q. What date from 2022 will remain etched upon your memory, and why?

None, really.

Q. What was your biggest achievement of the year?

Not telling a few people what I REALLY think.

Q. What was your biggest failure?

Losing patience with various and sundry annoyances.

Q. Did you suffer illness or injury?

YES. We don’t need to relive it in the telling, thanks.

Q. What was the best thing you bought?

Tanmit Glitter Gel pens.

Q. Whose behaviour merited celebration?

Volodymyr Zelensky. That guy is tenacious and fearless.

Q. Whose behaviour made you appalled and depressed?

Privileged White men on social media letting their misogyny and racism out into the universe. I am so utterly sick and tired of the Musk Bronies, the Trumpers, the White supremacists, the aging Boomers and fellow aging Gen-Xers being asshats to young people, the young incels with their Red Pill bullshit, and all the others who throw tantrums because they have to share the world instead of own it.

Q. Where did most of your money go?

Tablet games. Yeah, that has to stop, pronto.

Q. What did you get really, really, really excited about?

Not a whole lot.

Q. What song will always remind you of 2022?

I don’t want to be reminded of 2022.

Q. Compared to this time last year, are you:

-Happier or sadder?

Sadder, and angrier.

-Thinner or fatter?

A few pounds heavier.

-Richer or poorer?

About the same.

-What do you wish you’d done more of?

Sleeping, exercising, looking outside myself and my own problems to see if I could help someone else with theirs.

-What do you wish you’d done less of?

Ranting and ruminating.

Q. How did you spend Christmas?

On the couch watching TV. It’s what I usually do. Christmas is not my big day over the holiday season. New Year’s Eve is.

Q. Did you fall in love in 2022?

Did I have a choice?

Q. How many one-night stands?

None. The very thought of one has me thinking “ewwww.”

Q. What was your favourite TV programme?

House of the Dragon, followed by AHS: NYC.

Q. Do you hate anyone now that you didn’t hate time last year?

Elon Musk. What a tool. You name it, he’s a tool of it: consumerism, institutionalized racism, materialism, patriarchy.

Q. What was the best book you read?

Moloka’i, by Alan Brennert.

Q. What was your greatest musical discovery?

This song by Cabela and Schmitt.

I can hear the influence of America; Crosby, Stills, and Nash; and Simon and Garfunkel in their music.

Q. What did you want and get?

Time to read, color, and do other quiet activities.

Q. What did you want and not get?

Consistent good health.

Q. What was your favourite film of this year?

I don’t know what films came out in 2022, so no idea.

Q. What did you do on your birthday, and how old were you?

I hit 56. I did nothing on the actual day but I went out to lunch with a buddy in November, after I got over the flu.

Q. What one thing would have made your year more satisfying?

Consistent good health. Do you see a pattern here?

Q. How would you describe your personal fashion concept in 2022?

Athletic.

Q. What kept you sane?

Who said anything about keeping sane? I damn near asked to be put on disability for at least a month so I could focus on my mental wellness.

Q. Which celebrity/public figure did you fancy the most?

Aside from Matt Smith as Daemon Targaryen? CSI-era George Eads. I don’t normally go for dark eyes but that right there is a handsome man.

I loved the way he was always changing his hair and style on CSI, too. Buzzcut, cop hair, preppy hair, sometimes facial hair, sometimes clean-shaven. He was never boring. He’s still quite good-looking, actually.

Q. What political issue stirred you the most?

The Dobbs decision. PURE EVIL.

Q. Who did you miss?

Ruth Bader Ginsburg. Still.

Q. Who was the best new person you met?

I didn’t really meet any new people in 2022.

Q. Tell us a valuable life lesson you learned in 2022.

Slow down, or your body will make you slow down.

Q. What are your 3-5 major resolutions/intentions for 2023?

–Drop 16 pounds and keep them off.
–Write in my paper journal.
–Daily gratitude.
–Curtail spending on games and put that money toward health and wellness.
–Not bother reaching out to people I never hear from unless I reach out to them, first.

Celebrating (the end of) 2022.

Today Holidailies asks “What do you actually celebrate during the holidays, if anything?”

I’m an atheist, so nothing religious. I celebrate friendship, the achievements of the year, the wonder of winter, and the festive spirit around me. I haven’t put up a tree in 9 years, but when I did, it was a Memory Tree, not a Christmas tree: The ornaments were given to me by my parents or friends, or I bought them on my travels, while out with friends, or as a collector’s item.

This year I’m also celebrating the forthcoming end of 2022, as this was not a particularly fabulous year. It was great up until about April, and then I got hammered with a bunch of health issues, starting with a root canal retreatment after a dentist missed an entire canal a few years ago. But hey, I still haven’t gotten You-Know-What-19, knock on wood and let’s not tempt fate.

The biggest thing is that I’m officially a heart patient, after a scan revealed a 40-60% blockage in a coronary artery. So now I have a cardiologist. He put me on rosuvastatin (Crestor) and wow, my LDL and triglycerides fell into the basement and my HDL is at pre-menopausal levels. The only real side effect I’ve gotten is that if I don’t stay hydrated my spit gets kind of bubbly and frothy, you’re welcome for the image. It also makes me a bit tired, but it’s actually a good thing because when my head hits the pillow, I’m out. Me, a lifelong insomniac. I mean, while the lights are on I’m awake, but once I flip the switch, I get sleepy very quickly. Weird but true.

When I spoke to my cardiologist, I said, “So, what, about 75?” Meaning my lifespan. Hey, next year, when I hit 57, I will have outlived everyone on my father’s side of the family except my father. People on his side all had lousy tickers and died in their early to mid 50s, which is why my internist sent me to a cardiologist in the first place.

Anyway, the cardiologist said, “NINETY-five.”

“I’ll compromise and say 85.”

“No, NINETY-five.”

“Doc, I don’t want to be 95 years old in the United States, for all kinds of reasons.”

And it’s true. I don’t. For one thing, I’m a Gen-Xer. I don’t suffer from the delusion that I’ll ever be able to fully retire. For another, with the American politics, health care system, and treatment of senior seniors being what they are, no. And there is some Alzheimer’s in my family and I want my body to go before my mind.

But let’s not dwell on all of that. Point is, I’m SUPER glad that 2022 is drawing down because I’ve had better years.

And it started so WELL, too, with a fun New Year’s Eve party, some great city-hikes, a day-trip to Richmond, and plans to go to Poland to see my favorite band, Poets of the Fall (which got canceled for a few reasons).

Moving on, as this is a HAPPY occasion…

I did enjoy one thing all year, though: My apartment. After a major misfire with my last place, I’m happy to report that the place I moved into a year ago is PERFECT for me. It’s big, I love the layout, I have two full bathrooms (one of which is pretty much Inigo’s, heh), a separate office, and a spare room that I use as a home gym. I’m near everything—restaurants, nightlife, groceries, drugstore, some retail, most of my health care team, parks, trails, the county library, and a Metro station–but my place isn’t on a main drag. I told the landlord I’m not leaving unless I relocate, retire, expatriate, or expire. It’s perfect for aging in place.

Bonus: There is a great tree right in front of my living room window and all sorts of birds come by. Blue Jays, Sparrows, Chickadees, Northern Mockingbirds, Mourning Doves, American Robins, American Crows, and Fish Crows are the main visitors, but this fall a White-Breasted Nuthatch stopped by, and a Downy Woodpecker spent a few days woodpecking.

Squirrels of assorted hues, including black, also scamper around, and I like to think one of the black ones is the son or daughter of Amica, the black squirrel who used to sit in the tree and watch my TV through the window when I put cartoons on for Inigo. Unfortunately, she died. I found her curled around a fencepost last winter, not long after she passed as her tummy was still warm. Her back legs and hips were broken, so she probably got clipped by a car. I cried for a week and miss her still.

Here she is, as seen through the window, welcoming me when I took measurements of the apartment before I moved in. Whenever I put cartoons on, she would sit in the tree just like that and watch them.

 

I often put peanuts on the balcony railing. In the spring the Crows come for them, but lately the Blue Jays seem to have claimed the territory. I think they know my face and see me from afar because when I went out there today to put the peanuts out, I could have sworn there were no birds in any of the trees nearby, and suddenly a Blue Jay landed in the tree, looked at me, and let out a low series of whistles and soft chirps that sounded a little bit like R2-D2 gargling. Then it let out a few of the more customary and ear-splitting Blue Jay calls and boom, three more flew in. So I said, “Peanuts here! Get yer peanuts here!” and went inside to watch them from the living room. I’ll try to get some photos of them, but they are still a little skittish.

This entry is getting long, so I’ll end it here. I’ll share more throughout the month.

And here’s a shout-out to PiedType, because I originally thought to put this whole thing in an email to her but it got to be so long, I thought, “Holidailies!” To answer your comment, yep, I’m still in the D.C. area, heh.