My First Post of 2010

Yep, this is my first post of 2010. It sure feels like 2010....

This is actually me this year, up at 1:41 AM typing away wondering where the people go after the ball's dropped in Time Square. Funny thing, I never imagine Time as being square. I had a square watch once, but that's not the same, not quite what I mean. Time is something I often just try to forget. I don't want it to pass, I don't want it to stop--I definitely want it to speed up to te god times, then slow den while they're here. But Time has no face for me. The Sandman and Father Time and The New Year Baby or whoever--they all seem to ignore me. I think I was put here by mistake. Wrong decade wrong family wrong wrong wrong. I should be in the 20s or 50s or 60s or sometime between. Somewhere after 1902, but before 1994 when I was born. I feel I should be dead now, letting you all get along.

2010 was not a year made to be Catherine-Friendly. I can tell. Watch out, I'll be next....


I just think New Years are fun. It's like Christmas, the magic is the before part not the after part. Once it's past, there's only the wrappings left over. Only for small children drinking sparkling juices is there much left in the celbration--much like some adults I know, the party ends at the bottom of the last bottle.

Happy New Year! Here's to future days of sun and snow and breathing with ease in open spaces; here's to future nights awake with insomnia, star gazing and TV channel surfing, comparing your life to the Truman Show.

"And in case I don't see ya: good afternoon, good evening, and good night!"