Andrew said that I looked like Zelda Fitzgerald, and I think it is sort of apt, at least in tone.  Cate got me a lace parasol for Christmas and I shall twirl it merrily come springtime, wearing a poofy white lace dress.  The other day, I literally thought to myself,  “Well, I am going to need kid gloves sooner or later.”  And no, that is always a later, and never a sooner.  I need to either get serious about my latent desires to dress as if I were an extra in a period piece about French regency excess, or I need to give up and start just wearing jeans and Gap T-Shirts.  Oh yes, I am such a student of Platonic moderation. People will say things sometimes like “I wish I had an occasion to dress fancy.” and I find myself wondering if  Every Day is occasion enough, though lately I’ve not dressed accordingly.

The Almanac radio archives are all up and running! I can’t podcast them through iTunes for various legal reasons, but there they are, ripe for listening.

I wrote that part before Christmas, and here it is the last day of the year.  I’ll spare you many of the details, but really, this has been a difficult one, and I am looking forward to changes.

Next year will be better, parasols and all. Maybe I’ll even put a photo in my Christmas cards, ala the woman holding a cup in Monet’s painting, next year!