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Friday, December 31, 2004

It would be easy to lament what a terrible year this was, from the war and slaughter in Iraq and elsewhere to the reelection of the grand perpetrator to the tsunami that just a week ago wiped out so much of south Asia. It would be so easy that I think I just did it in one sentence (although I somehow omitted the Giants not making the playoffs).

Personally, I had some major high points, starting with the wedding in January and ending with the best Christmas ever a week ago. Smack dab in the middle, on the first day of June, we welcomed Aiden Michael into the world and into the family, and our lives changed forever. Aiden has been the light thatís kept us on track at times.

The family had another new addition when John launched his new houseboat, the one he built with his bare hands (and a little help). I was lucky enough to get a few days on the lake in the houseboat in July, and again over Thanksgiving weekend. And we added one more new member when Titus joined the family last month.

Also, Iíve been on a kind of roller coaster ride, starting with the news in the spring that I would be given part ownership in a new business, which I for some reason (explained in the linked entry) decided to call The Kennel. There were times when the whole deal seemed about to fall apart, and there was a lot of extra work, but in the end I am a partner and the business is making money, even after just two months under our control.

Although I stay pretty close to home most of the time, I did get to San Francisco to see The Lion King last spring, and I went to a baseball game with Eric in June. We all went to the zoo in October, and in March, as part of D.J.ís birthday celebration, we brought in our own wild animals.




24 December 2004

Aiden with his mom and grandma.



Oh, I could go on and on, convincing myself what a great year this was. Itís not that hard, with so many good things happening. Itís not easy to forget the miseries around the world (and my own battles with sciatica and carpal tunnel and other sundry maladies), but there is so much good in the world that itís entirely possible, with a straight face and a full heart, to believe that 2005 is going to be a better year.




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Tomorrow might be the beginning of the calendar year (it is, actually, in most places), but today is the start of the sixth year of this journal. The first entry appeared magically out of the ether five years ago, on December 31, 1999. I donít know how much longer it will last, or even if thereís any point in leaving up five years of daily entries, but I have no immediate plans except to keep going from day to day.

Recent recommendations can always be found on the links page.


One year ago: Destination
"It was a stinky year for world peace and an exciting year personally. That's why I tend to focus on the petty details of my own small corner of the world here."

Two years ago: Helplessly Hoping
"I can't help wondering where (or if) we'll all be a year from now. I don't trust the judgment or motivation of most of the people who hold the fate of the world in their hands."

Three years ago: Turn the Page!
"I'm happy to be looking forward again, even though so many of the problems that plagued us in 2001 will continue into the new year."

Four years ago: Another Auld Lang Syne
"Can it be a whole year ago that we witnessed the millennium celebrations from around the world? And now that the real millennium is here, it seems lessened somehow, as if today isn't even a real New Year's Eve."

Five years ago: Turn-of-the-Century Blues
"Columbine. Hurricane Floyd. Nasdaq. Earthquakes in Turkey and Taiwan, floods in Venezuela. John F. Kennedy, Jr. dies in a plane crash. Episode I. All of these will soon be as much a part of ancient twentieth-century history as the St. Valentine's Day Massacre, the Dust Bowl, the crash of 1929, Gone With the Wind, and the crash that killed Will Rogers."


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