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Saturday, December 31, 2005

Some good Samaritan came around today and made a bad situation worse. I know he meant well, but he had a tractor and he was determined to use it (especially since the county hasnít been able to do anything on my road). He spent some time digging out the drainage ditches along the side of the road and dumping the excess mud at the end of my driveway. He told me he was doing this for a friend who lived down the road. Maybe he could have dumped the mud in her driveway, then.

There was plenty of room for material at the end of the drive, because it has a deep depression (read: big hole) that collects rainwater. Iíve been driving through puddles every time I go in and out, even before last nightís massive storm. Now, thanks to Mr. Samaritan, the area is flatter, but way, way muddier. Itís a brown, oozing lake, and I was just glad I didnít have any reason to try to drive my car through it today.

Tammy was out shopping today and came across a pair of rain boots in my size, so I had her pick them up for me. Trust me, thatís the only way I was able to get through the ooze and pick up my mail. Thereís no mail delivery tomorrow or Monday, so there will be no reason for me to try to get through that muck again, either on foot or by car. Iím content to be stuck in my house, which apparently sits high enough above the water table that thereís no great threat of damage.

Last nightís storm was so loud that I couldnít get to sleep because of the sound of the rain pelting against the house, and I woke up early this morning because the roar of the wind was so loud. It was like living inside a car wash, and Iím just grateful that the rain stopped before noon (and the sun even came out this afternoon). Itís a temporary respite, if theyíre right. The next storm is due tomorrow afternoon and could pack an even bigger wallop than this one. Thereís nowhere left for the water to go, so our best hope is that theyíre wrong. As they often are.




31 December 2005

Innovation: from bench to bridge.



Obviously, this is a minor inconvenience compared to some of the big stories of 2005, including the tsunami that washed out south Asia a year ago, and the hurricanes that destroyed so much of the Gulf Coast this summer. Weíll never hear the names Katrina, Rita or Wilma attached to another hurricane, thatís for sure. I will recover, but many people around the world never will.

And that only accounts for natural disasters. Humanity managed to turn on itself in a big way this year as well. War and terrorism and general mayhem combined to make it a deadly time in history, and weíre well shed of it. Not that things will definitely get much better in 2006. Or 2007. I have high hopes for 2008, though.




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In spite of it all, you canít tell me the year was totally unredeemable. No sir. Aiden changed from a baby to a little person with a big personality this year. And 2005 brought us our little Kylie, whose combination of delicate beauty and mellow soul gives us high hopes for the future. Top that, 2006.

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One year ago: Back and Forth
"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."

Two years ago: Destination
"We aren't in the same place we were a year ago, that's for sure. And neither is the world, although I'm not ready to say the world is better off. I'm pretty sure the family is."

Three years ago: Helplessly Hoping
"Or maybe a year from today the world will still be turning, freedom will be ringing, and a chorus of voices will be singing of peace and hope. It helps to believe that's possible."

Four years ago: Turn the Page!
"If we get a little distance from the worst of last year, maybe we can take a fresh look at ourselves and our world as the new year takes on its own character."

Five years ago: Another Auld Lang Syne
"This year that we've waited for all our lives, this year with no 19 in its name, this year that seems to have just started is over in a blink, gone in a whisper."

Six years ago: Turn-of-the-Century Blues
"Everyone I've ever known has lived in the twentieth century, and too many of them won't be making the now too short trip to the twenty-first with us."


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