I’ve been a bad blogger this year. If Santa based naughty-or-nice on your blog-writing commitment, I would have received a container of toothpicks.
I wish I could say that my New Year’s resolutions for 2012 are to blog regularly, to walk the dog daily, and to have a lot of fun doing it. But I don’t really believe in New Year’s resolutions. I used to make them every year when I was a kid, and I don’t think I ever stuck to one of them, so I resolved to stop making them.
Alas, the stress of life interferes.
As some people know (I didn’t really want to advertise it), I went back to school in September. I have a lot of degrees that have gotten me nowhere, for reasons that depress me to think about. A few weeks into this program, which involves a four-hour commute every week to a city in another province, I discovered that this degree might lead me nowhere as well. I spent the term in an agony of indecision of whether or not to drop out. I suffered, my health suffered, my writing suffered, the Spouse suffered, the dog suffered, and I suppose the kids suffered as well, though I tried my best not to let my issues affect them. I managed to complete the term, and have signed up for two more courses in January. I will give it three weeks. If it makes me crazy, that will be the end of that.
And, if I drop out, then I’ll have lots of time to walk the dog and brood about my unemployment. When I was in my twenties, I never had a problem finding jobs. I worked in book stores, linen stores, and paid for two degrees working part-time at a bank. Take yourself out of the workforce for fourteen years to raise kids, and it’s not so easy to go back. Especially when most jobs in my neck of the woods require bilingualism. Even more frustrating, I know people who use only English in their day-to-day work… but had to take a bilingualism exam anyway, even though they don’t need the second language for the job. It’s just the nature of the political climate here.
So between school and not-working stress, I guess I went AWOL for a while. Am I back? I’d like to say yes, but who knows. The older I get, the more stress affects me. No resolutions, no promises.
But I would like to thank some people who made 2011 special for me. Edie Jarolim introduced me to the world of blog hops and the dog blog community in general, so I guess she goes first. Then, in no particular order, Lori, who is still enjoying life on the road; Kristine, who gave me a chance to guest-post on her blog, and whose writing I have missed so much during my hiatus; Kari and Peggy, even though I can’t leave comments on their blogs for some mysterious reason (both of them have puzzled over it, sometimes it works sometimes it doesn’t!); Jen, a fellow Canadian who reminds me regularly it could be colder and gets me to walk the dog; A.J., who adds laughter to my life; Mel, who should not be allowed out in the rain because sugar melts in water; Aleksandra, who fills me with photography envy; and finally Pamela, a “ganse mensch” to whom I owe a huge apology for being the WORST TRIBERR MEMBER EVER.
I also want to thank the people who bothered to press the subscribe button, and those who leave comments on the rare days I put up a post; friends who read what I post to Facebook; and finally, my sister, the biggest support system a frustrated and confused middle-aged woman ever had.
And now, to satisfy those who only read this for the dog bits, here’s an end-of-year picture of Our Best Friend, on our way back from visiting the in-laws last week. (This time he didn’t eat any doors.)