Ahem. Happy New Year?

Survey says...

In 2006, I gained the ability to play pinochle.

I lost my black sweater at the St. Louis zoo, but some kind soul returned it to the lost and found. Thank Goodness!

I stopped waiting.

I started planning.

I was hugely satisfied by the finished fireplace.

And frustrated by the process of getting to the finished fireplace.

I am so embarrassed that I cannot cook better.

Once again, I did get to travel.

Once again, I did not finish the scrapbooks/photo albums.

The biggest physical difference between me last December and this December is, ironically, seven pounds.

The biggest psychological difference between me last December and this December is my increased worry.

I loved spending time reading, writing, traveling, gardening, loving, mothering...

Why did I spend even two minutes arguing? I don't argue well.

I should have spent more time outside.

I regret buying so many gift cards for Christmas. I want to be more creative next year.

I will never regret buying the faceplate for the fireplace even though with that money I could have bought two months worth of groceries. Two. Months.

I daydreamed way too much.

I didn't write enough.

Cleaning drove me crazy.

Was the house project process crazier than ever last year? or was it me?

The most relaxing place I went was Washington, D.C., then St. Louis.

I feel so eager for travel when I write that down.

Why did I go to the mall the Friday before Christmas? It was insane!

The best thing I did for someone else was pray.

The best thing I did for myself was pray (St. Anthony always answers).

The best thing someone did for me was pray. And let me out of the locked cemetery, even though she was a bit grumpy about it and her son was the one who opened the gate. I did NOT feel like climbing over the wall that afternoon.

The one thing I'd like to do again, but do it better, is novel writing.