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Monday, January 01, 2007

 
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happy new year! because pastaworks didn't carry the tiny bottles of champagne they carried last year, we climbed up the hill to watch the city sparkle with fireworks and shared a small bottle of ginger beer. the neighbors there counted down and banged on pots & pans for a full minute.

i stayed up till sunrise again: i like to see the first dawn of the new year. it's poetry to struggle through the darkness into the light. it's a ritual i've had since pueblo, even though it's a lot easier to do now that i have internet access and a million todo items to wrap up.



in fact, i've just discovered it's a good time to spend some of the pre-dawn hours tying up loose ends from the previous year: label photos, clear out old bills from the files, balance and start a new financial spreadsheet, figure out reoccurring tasks & holidays. this is stuff i do anyway, but spread out over the week. it's nice to already have that time "built in" as part of the ritual, so i really do start off fresh.

balancing my financial spreadsheet is where i discovered i was missing four checks; apparently i had put them in an envelope which got recycled along with the christmas envelopes. eeep! thank goodness recycling was delayed a day, and thank goodness i was desperate enough that i thought to look there. it's a much better new year now, thank you. :)

Comments:
very cool gretchin. tis me, kelsey :)
 
hey, kelsey! happy new year!
 
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