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2_13 - Blather. Rants. Repeat.
A Møøse once bit my sister ...
In all my years of formal larnin', I never took an Incomplete in anything. Guess I'm too anal, and/or in need of closure, to put off a better-or-worse ending to an event. Even when I almost lost my life at the end of 8th grade, I marched back in and took my first-ever Regents exam when they offered it after summer school; and even when I came down with mono in my last semester of law school, I pushed back for the final month and did well enough to graduate (I'd actually accumulated enough credits to graduate before the semester even started).

So it's with some trepidation that I sit here with my 2013 grading sheet and prepare to hand out the dreaded i. How unreal. (Or is it irrational?)

There were entire months of 2013 that got sent to the dean's office with threats of double secret probation. February, in particular- it featured a massive computer crash, the hellish-est hours of our attempted home refi, perhaps the worst single deposition of my life followed by a snowstorm that stranded me in Rochester, and even a power failure at the Super Bowl-

Other stuff went okay. The refi finally came through, and we have now nearly halved our interest payments and have close to $100 a month in lower home expenses despite taking cash out. Much of that cash went to upgrade our home's electrical service, overdue but now necessary due to the arrival of Iggy the Electric Car at about the year's halfway point. He's now been half-joined in the electrical department by Kermit the Hybrid- an unexpected purchase, caused by Emily's mid-November car accident, but since she and Cameron came out of it (relatively) unharmed and the crushed car was (surprisingly) reimbursed, I'll put much of that in the plus column.

We lost one of our oldest and dearest companions in October, after Tasha struggled for much of the year with cerebral and continence issues. Her final day with us was among the bitterest yet sweetest of my life, as all four of her humans joined for the final day of remembering and moving her forward across the bridge.

Yet the incompleteness looms large, especially from the past few weeks. Our other dog goes in for surgery next Monday- it should be routine, merely to remove a growth that's been there for years, but anything involving anaesthesia is never a sure thing, nor is any biopsy benign until it is.  Seven weeks later, and again a week after that, Eleanor goes under herself to have cataracts removed from each eye.  All of us go into 2014 with more than the usual uncertainty about our health coverage- we've got it (at least she does- I still don't have proof of mine to turn in after midnight), but the rules will be new and different and we'll likely be shifting Emily onto mine if she doesn't waltz right into Pixar come graduation.

Yes, the G word.  She took no Incompletes herself this past semester, despite the accident and a very heavy work schedule for both classes and job- and still pulled down an impressive set of grades as she turns, now, the final corner to May of 2014.  She has a final film to do, and a life to begin- and right now, the only seeming certainties of it are, not the what's or the where, but the who's- that we, and Cameron, and even a certain cat renamed Captain Grumpy (center)-

-will be a part, and at the heart, of hers in this year and the next.


I saw the Yankees play in person- and lose- for the first time in my life. I saw my first- and almost certainly last- outdoor hockey game. My only sanctioned run of the year was a 1:04-ish five-mile finish in the 2013 Turkey Trot. All of these wound up as solo ventures, but all of them filled me with the companionship of thousands who, if I didn't know their names, I certainly knew their minds and how like they were to mine.

2013 ended with my closing the cover on the 52nd book read- a new record for me, with maybe a 53rd finished before the ball drops later. Our chosen last-night entertainment is a Netflix titled  The Best Exotic Marigold Hotel- how can you go wrong ending a year with Judi Dench and Bill Nighy?

We broke in a new Doctor, said goodbye to an 11th (and, with just as many tears, a first), and became fans of Francis Underwood, Orphan Black and (belatedly) Walter White.  Dexter said goodbye in fiction (unless you believe in lumberjacks), while Tony Soprano said goodbye for sad realz.

I am physically incapable of discussing any sports team for which I hold a rooting interest.

So the final grade should wind up good, certainly passing, but check back after the first Monday in March to see what I've turned in- and enjoy the revels and reveals of the 2014 that is about to come (if it hasn't already).

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thanatos_kalos From: thanatos_kalos Date: December 31st, 2013 10:59 pm (UTC) (Link)
Our chosen last-night entertainment is a Netflix titled The Best Exotic Marigold Hotel- how can you go wrong ending a year with Judi Dench and Bill Nighy?

Great choice! :)
captainsblog From: captainsblog Date: January 1st, 2014 01:06 am (UTC) (Link)
I kept looking at Sonny, going- that's not Neal from The Newsroom, izzit, no, Ray, they don't all look alike.... but it was, and is.

Talented dude.
thanatos_kalos From: thanatos_kalos Date: January 1st, 2014 01:29 am (UTC) (Link)
Very. The whole cast was great, I thought. :)
bill_sheehan From: bill_sheehan Date: December 31st, 2013 11:48 pm (UTC) (Link)
You'll love Best Exotic Marigold Hotel.

My mock haggis is in the oven and probably will be for another hour or so (casserole rather than sheep's stomach). The neeps and tatties are ready, the bannocks have been baked, and the red cabbage is keeping warm on the back of the range. The Unindicted Co-Conspirator has discovered Drambuie and ginger ale, I'm slurping down plain ginger ale, and Auld Acquaintaince will ne'er be forgot.

Life is good. Happy New Year to you, Eleanor, Emily, and the critters.
captainsblog From: captainsblog Date: January 1st, 2014 01:07 am (UTC) (Link)
And to you, and UC-C. We are blessed by nonexistent deities to know you both:)
greenquotebook From: greenquotebook Date: January 1st, 2014 09:58 pm (UTC) (Link)
Even when I almost lost my life at the end of 8th grade

Story, please. I don't think I heard it before.
captainsblog From: captainsblog Date: January 1st, 2014 10:07 pm (UTC) (Link)
Story, please. I don't think I heard it before.

Ah, my clumsy Ute. (If you read today's post, you'll see I've not improved.)

A weekday afternoon in June. Came home from 8th grade, cut through the neighbors' yard, hopped the fence and the fence won. One of the poles popped me right in the side. Came in, felt woozy, but Mom thought I was goldbricking and sent me upstairs to do my homework. When I started peeing blood 20 minutes later, she reconsidered. This was before 911, and she didn't know what to do- no car (my father wouldn't be home for hours) or smarts about emergency numbers- but God bless our next door neighbor, who trucked me up to Meadowbrook Horsepital in his red sports car and got me into the ER....

and, soon, the ICU. That pole (damn Kowalski;) took out my left kidney, but it took over a day before they realized that and finally removed it. Then post-op infection set in and I was on an ice blanket for days before I finally stabilized. My one local sister was ready to donate one of hers if they'd both been damaged, but ::knock on organs:: it's been more than I've needed for over 40 years now; and other than a still-nasty scar and a permanent military exemption, it's not made much of a difference. Except for, you know, the living part, which I've rather enjoyed.
greenquotebook From: greenquotebook Date: January 2nd, 2014 01:01 am (UTC) (Link)
Holy crap!
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