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2016 in Review

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By Vol-E

First, I need to express the wish that 2017 won't be "Same as it Ever Was" when it comes to the stuff we didn't like about 2016. For many, the political landscape looks bleak, but many of those people are resolving to either keep a positive attitude and do what they can, or go flat-out Resolution: Revolution! and throw everything they've got into encouraging the Good and fighting the Bad. So I hope everyone gets their wish in that area, and that on a personal level, 2017 brings many delights.

I made a tally of the posts The Urban Blabbermouth and I did for 2016; like many of the favorite blogs I read, I'm going to use today to comment and provide links, in the hopes that you will go back and check them out if you haven't, or go back to enjoy them a second time.

First and foremost, this blog probably would have ceased to exist about four years ago if The Urban Blabbermouth hadn't started sending me posts. I am really grateful to him for this and hope he will never dream of stopping. He's a funny guy!  This year we met Lilly, a woman of a certain age who isn't easily fooled or impressed by the dating scene or popular trends in social relationships. She can give most 20-somethings a run for their money and some free wisdom.

The Urban Blabbermouth speculated on what a lottery win would look like, something we've all done at least once in our lives. He described a scenario in which sex workers went on strike, and what their demands might be.

My co-author made several forays into pure fiction, mostly of the speculative type, but also a dandy little noir offering called "Death By Romance." My personal favorite among this subset is "How the Cow Jumped Over the Moon."

I shared a fable that I first heard from the former minister at the UU church I attend. I liked it back then and still do. Hope you will as well.

"Office spouses" were spotlighted, as well as fashion trends, personality assessments and bathroom woes, all common threads for us working folks. Neither of us is getting any younger, so there were reflections on age, loss, and the passage of time, as well as retirement and what kind of Baby Boomers we are. Pop culture and technology were often on our minds.

Some advice was dispensed, having to do with keeping journals and lists, and the proper use of GPS. About 45 years ago, a friend's mother gave me advice that has stayed with me ever since -- I'll bet she never knew the effect it had.

Since neither of us here at Same As it Ever Was has much money, we had a lot to say about it. We both like to share morsels about our everyday lives, but not with too much intrusive detail, so you got to hear about our spouses, kids, friends, and childhoods.

There's just a lot going on all the time. We hope we did our best to enliven this blog and contribute to your reading pleasure. If any topics occur to you, let us know in the comments, and we will be very appreciative of not having to come up with all the ideas. Sometimes it's OK to rummage around among old papers, but usually not.

The very best to you in 2017!
The Urban Blabbermouth


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