Queen of Rambles

Mike tells me I should write a review of my year like everyone else is doing. My year has been so insane I don’t think I have the energy to do such a thing. Last New Year’s Eve was spent frantically cleaning our Swedish apartment, then moving over to Annica and Bjorn’s house for a few days. We then spent the next seven months as homeless wanderers, spanning two continents. It sounds really exciting when I say it like that. I like the ring of it much better than “we moved in with my dad.” There is really very little dignity to be had in admitting that you lived with your parents as an adult. There is a lot of money though. I’ll take money over dignity any day, as long as it doesn’t involve prostitution or reality TV.

This year it hardly feels like a New Year’s Eve. We have the balcony door flung wide open because it’s so danged hot in here. When we were out running around earlier in the day we had to take our coats off. I can’t complain. I’ve already had my fill of snow this year.

We went out and bought the Book Lover’s Edition of Trivial Pursuit. What a HUGE mistake. We are both book maniacs and figured we’d do pretty well at it, but we both sucked big time. I think they had three people who’d each read 12 books in their entire life sitting around writing questions. If you hadn’t read the collective 36 books, you were screwed. We want to take it back, but since we’ve opened it I’m not sure if we can.

We’ve made ourselves sick on cheese-stuffs and champagne. I’m ready for bed and it’s only 9:13 pm. Do we really have to stay up till midnight? I think our neighbors have definite ideas about that. There’s no way we could sleep even if we wanted to. Maybe it’s time for a few more glasses of the bubbly to really knock me out.

I feel so selfish writing all these things about ME ME ME when there is such tragedy in the world, but I can’t even begin to comprehend the lives lost. The sheer numbers are staggering and everyone else has already expressed their grief and horror much more eloquently than I ever could.

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