I feel the bad easing

I walked through the park this morning with the dogs and along the way marveled at the pelicans diving for food beak first in the bayou, the cormorants sitting on the naked tree and all of my fellow dog walkers who were out before the rains. The air was thick with humidity and it felt like it was New Year’s eve for some reason – friends and neighbors greeted me from near and far HAPPY NEW YEAR! Indeed, I thought, Happy New Year.

I ran into a fellow walker who said “I feel the bad easing” and I said I know what you mean, but it’s also I feel more interested in counting my blessings than adding up my woes. He agreed saying that he had gotten to an age where friends are dying left and right and he wonders about his own aging. I said tell me about it. I thought I’d end this year on a high note but having your first love dying as the year is ending is no way to end a year.

I ran into another friend who said they would launch a mini boat off the Magnolia Bridge with a rocket ship fireworks show at midnight – I said I hope to hell I can stay awake for that – and she said, “That’s why I’m praying for rain.”

All in all it’s been a year to remember, a year to move on from, a year to hold dear as you say goodbye to it.

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