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New Year To-Do List

So evidently, I don’t have any real new-year’s resolutions. I do, however, have a to-do list. I always do, but maybe the to-do list at the beginning of the year is longer-ranging in scope and more aspirational in content than it is at other times.

Here are some of the things on my to-do list, great and small:

Renew Dash’s Irish passport. I have the forms, I even have the photos; I just have to do the pesky witnessing part. No, my children don’t need both Irish and US passports, but it’s a point of pride, I suppose.

Could this possibly be the year we actually redo the shower? Because [whisper] I sort of don’t bother cleaning it as often as I should because it’s so horrible that we’re definitely replacing it very soon.

Last year, I remember looking up hotel rooms in New York (or more accurately, in New Jersey just across the river from Manhattan, where it’s a lot more practical to stay though it lacks the romance of the Big Apple) for a weekend away in early Spring but never actually booking them. Maybe this year I’ll manage step two of that process. You might think that if you live in DC you’d be able to hop up to NYC for the weekend at the drop of a hat; and yet, it so rarely happens to us.

Another thing we’ve been saying we’d do for years is take the kids skiing. It could just be an one-day thing – you drive a couple of hours north to Pennsylvania, say, and you’re back before bedtime. It’s not a major commitment. And yet, like so much else, it requires planning and costs money, and there we have fallen down. (Also, the kids have snow pants but the adults don’t. Need to remedy that.)

I might remind myself how to crochet. If we have a snow day, that’s on my list.

Finally, I hope we’re going to Ireland in the summer. (I know it might seem like a crazy extravagance to travel so far pretty much every year, but let me remind you that we don’t see my parents, whose only child I am and whose only grandchildren I keep on this side of the Atlantic, if we don’t go to them. And they’re old. And they don’t even do Facetime.) Aer Lingus is reintroducing direct flights from Washington to Dublin, and I cannot overstate how much this will radically improve the journey in both directions. It would be great to show them some more of the country – the south and/or west, specifically. Some castles, some cliffs; your standard American tourist stuff. How many friends can we convince to put us up along the way?

Dental appointments. Must not forget.

More work. I should definitely keep going with the freelance thing. That worked out well. And we’re going to need money for all this other stuff.

And there are the things I’m not interested in doing:

I don’t really feel the urge to audition this year for Listen to your Mother. I did it last year, I didn’t get in, that was fine.

Also, and I might kick myself later for this, I’m not raring to attend BlogHer, even though it’s in New York, which might be as close to me as it gets for another four years, so it would make a lot of sense to plan it. I just don’t feel the need, though I had a great time in 2013. Am I crazy?

Dash January 2015

My favourite of the passport photo outtakes

What’s on your to-do list?

Write your own New Year’s blogpost

I’m pretty sure I know how this one goes. You can follow along with me if you like.

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Obligatory sentence about how I can’t believe it’s 2015 already, how fast 2014 went, how I still think it’s 2007 at most, and how I must be getting old.

Hilarious demand for my flying car or at least my hover skateboard.

Seriously stated intention to (a) exercise more, and regularly, (b) waste less time on Facebook and related Internetty things, (c) write more things that are not Facebook, Twitter or even blog updates, and (d) eat more vegetables.

Parental aspirations such as (i) limiting screen time, (ii) reinstating nightly family dinners at the table that everyone attends, (iii) ensuring homework is done before rather than after dinner (see i and ii above), and/or making Mabel tidy up her own mess instead of doing it for her.

Wry acknowledgement that very little of that will actually come to fruition, so really what’s the point in starting?

Memorandum to self that Monday is the best day to start anything like this anyway, so until then we’re just putting the intentions in place, not actually doing anything about them.

Picture of tree still up. Promise to do something about that before the weekend’s over, because the sixth is Tuesday and I have a PTA meeting that day.

Something witty to finish it off on an amusing but tender note as we all look ahead with hope and optimism knowing that whatever comes this year, no matter how similar our resolutions look to last year’s, it will all be new and wonderful once again. Witty witty hilarious just lovely.

Imagining the New Year - A blog linkup with The Busy Mama's

 

Glass containing some proportion of liquid

All the things I have not done that were on my to-do list for January:

  • Made the children write thank-you notes for Christmas [hangs head in shame; no excuse for that]
  • Booked the summer holiday. [Was just about to do this last night when Mabel wet the bed and all the information I had just entered and selections I had made timed out. Then when I tried again the flights had disappeared. I gave it up as a bad job and will try again tonight.]
  • Contacted my so-called contracting job to see if they might ever again need my services, for money, that they would pay me, that I could use to go to the hairdresser, for instance. Or pay for expensive summer holidays.
  • Planned dinners, preferring to continue to fly by the seat of my pants and make a lot of something-with-pasta.
  • Made muffins, because I need to do that today.

Things I have, however, managed to do, so it’s not all bad, you know:

  • Gone to the chiropractor, which is an ongoing adventure but I’m glad to have started it because I do officially have a bulging disc and it’s good to know about that so that some day when I accidentally bend sideways to pick up a dropped pencil and it suddenly agonizingly herniates, I’ll know what’s going on. Now do I have exercises which will “take the pressure off my spine.” Which is not all that reassuring when you wonder where else you can lean the rest of your body if not on your spine. And it’s nice, you know, when they tell you that it’s great because it’s not your whole spine. Just one little bit of it. So yay.
  • Acquired an audition for Listen To Your Mother, as promised, which was very easy to do once I knew it was a thing, because I wrote my piece and then when they said auditions would be happening I just sent an e-mail and they gave me a timeslot. So that will be this Saturday and I will tell you all about it afterwards so that if you do it you can be forearmed. (But not four-armed.)
  • Got anything done at all, such as keeping milk and cereal and toilet paper in the house, considering all the snow days and polar-vortex days and two-hour delays we’ve been running up against for the past few weeks.
  • Continued to make a renewed effort to, if not exactly prioritize, at least not let fall entirely by the wayside, writing that is not on my blog. By which I mean I have done a little of it and there are more words on the page than there were before. Chipping away at all that white space, I am, sentence by sentence.
  • Oh, and I did do that moving to WordPress thing I had planned for. And my stats are looking more realistic and yet not totally non-existent, so I suppose that’s good too.