I'd like to make a reservation- I mean, a RESOLUTION

Be it resolved:

That heretoforth, from January 1/14 onward, I will lessen the stranglehold of the Vulcan Death Grip I have on my iPhone and tighten my hold on things that really matter..as demonstrated in the pic below, that's me holding on (apparently for dear life) to my radiant sister in Ottawa, circa 1970. She was newly in love, and I had newly lost enough weight for one of our star high school football players to (once) address me with "Hi Joanie Boney". I had secretly had a crush on him for 2 years, so that was considered a pretty great moment in time for me.

But back to technology, the point is, people seem to be spending way too much time with their eyes averted from human types or from the scenery, or what is going on on the corner,  gazing into their bright little iScreens as if they are newly in love. I am the worst culprit here, but as I get- in the grand scheme of my life span-much closer to The End (ok, in 30 years), and way farther from the cutting of my umbilical cord , it is occurring to me that every little moment of human connection (not just contact) is an even more priceless gift than any iThingy that was unboxed at Christmas. 

...But ohhh, the un-boxing of any Apple Product is a pretty deep moment of connection, honestly speaking here, the way they have it packaged so perfectly with tiny white compartments the precise size of their tenants, and all that protective plastic film we get to slowly peel back to reveal…the GLEAM and SHINE of the brand spanking new unadulterated device meant only for us. It looks like it was never touched by human hands until the hushed ritual of this process..

But I digress.So today is about saying I really hope each and every one of you has a 2014 that becomes whatever it is that you most dearly want it to look like, and with whom you want to experience it with, and you are able to be where you want most to be for all this, in the way that you want to be there.. 

And that January 2 will see us all standing steadfast in our quests to make this year WAY more magical  and unbelievable than any David Blaine revelation in Vegas.

We've got this thing.

Well, if you want to sing out , sing out

If you want to be free, be free

'Cause there's a million things to be

You know that there are.

                          - Cat Stevens

Does Your Blog Bite?

Why is it that every time you take your car in for servicing, it is returned to you with 1- the seat in another position (usually about 15 " back, apparently all auto mechanics are ex-NBA-ers) and 2- the radio on a different station ( usually heavy metal heaven). I understand the need to customize the vehicle's comfort settings when the car is in the shop for the day, but honestly, this happens even if all they did was put your snow tires on. I always feel like they are making a statement of sorts by not returning the car to its finely-tuned settings. And that statement is " I will, for eternity, always be the default owner of your car, because I know how to fix it and you don't."Or something like that.  Kind of like the doctor will always get to look at your lab results first, despite the fact that it's your blood that came out of your body, you probably cried (well, just a little, inside) /fainted/barfed during that process, and you are infinitely more interested and have more to lose/gain by knowing the result. But he can fix you, and you can't , unless you're into performing auto-appendectomies.

I also don't get why we must place our napkins on our laps at dinner. Statistically, the odds of that napkin sliding or flying off onto the floor within say, the next 5 minutes are like 80% - and 100% if it's a paper napkin.Rendering said napkin useless and hands contaminated by God knows what organisms, as you grope blindly on the floor (etiquette prevents looking down from the table at any point) , searching for it. When was the last time you dumped your dinner on your crotch? The more sensible area to protect should be the chestal region, tucking that 'serviette' into your collar , lobster bib style, nest-ce pas?

And the other quandary baffling me is that chain securing that old white rubber plug to the tub. Why is it on house arrest, what was its crime? But seriously, why the chain, that plug's not going anywhere . Of course it's meant for us not to lose the plug, but I can't think of any step in the bathing process that would involve marching that plug away from the bathtub.."Tonight I'm putting you over HERE by the toothpaste under the sink and I hope Larry has a REALLY hard time finding you, teach HIM to leave the toilet seat up".

AND hence, the title for this blog becomes apparent..or at least, they're the little words going on inside my head right now.

Now for those I left hanging a year ago- YES, I went on that amazing bike trip on the Camino in Spain, YES I entered the plaza and stood there facing that awesome cathedral in Santiago, YES I fell off my bike (twice) quite spectacularly and couldn't bike the second half of the route. YES I didn't blog about it. But the moral of that blip on the road, and of any story?

I am not what happened to me, I am what I choose to become- Carl Jung

Or, alternatively:

You can train your bathroom plug to stay, rather than chaining it up.- Any Dog