Well, here we are again, about to kick the old year to the curb. I'm always happy to do that, even when I have a good year. I like the whole start-fresh thing.
This has been a really excellent year, especially since it followed five not-so-good ones. There was one notably bad event for me this year; it came just before Christmas, and I hope to muster the words to write about it sooner than later.
2013 was a very good year for this blog. Even though I was to the point of trying to decide whether to wrap it up once and for all, I didn't really want to. January marks the three years for this one, and six since I started it under its old name. I am especially grateful to my friend The Urban Blabbermouth, for bringing fresh ideas to this space. I enjoy my role in it, which is to go out on the information superhighway and find representative photos and illustrations. Just an occasional opportunity to let my freak flag fly...
And so here is his last word for the year, with a nice new one coming right up! Hope 2014 is all you ever hoped for! -V
Today, I have decided to get in touch with my feminine side and write a love story. Here goes.
Once upon a time, there was a boy and there was a girl. Boy met girl. They fell in love. They got married. Boy and girl lived happily ever after. The end.
Wow, the second greatest story ever written. Everybody gets along well, behaves well, lots of love and light... and how utterly dull and boring. Hate it, hate it, hate it.
Lesson 1 -- For boy and girl, this is fabulous. For the rest of us, Blaaah!
Lesson 2 -- If you are happy in love, that joy does not share well.
Lesson 3 -- You should read People Magazine.