Good bye 2017

Twenty to seven, PM….feels a lot later than that. The Kidling spent today watching a MLP marathon. Hubs was watching “Andromeda”. Right now, I have the news on, and later will have “Dick Clark’s Rocking New Year’s Eve”. We have munchies, although I didn’t get the hard cider I planned to. If I make it to midnight…. we’ll see. Right now, I wouldn’t put any bets on it. I do have to stay awake long enough for my hair to dry.

Looking back over this year…. there’s been ups and downs; good and bad. On the larger scale, mostly bad. We have a government in power that doesn’t give a damn about the average person, the natural resources of this county, or our place on the world stage. The man holding the title of Commander in Chief is one of three things: a raving lunatic, a total idiot, or a thief. He and his money-grubbing cronies are destroying this country. The number of out-right lies they have been caught in are mind-boggling. Makes me worry about my daughter’s future.

On the personal front…a year of changes….my Kidling going to Prom, graduating from high school, the visit by my MIL and Kim, Kidling starting college. We lost my aunt, we lost a line of people who had some influence in my life.

My moods have been just as versatile as anything else. There are very dark periods, when all I want to do is hide in a corner. I can hope I continue to get good hours at work… I cannot count on it, especially when the summer break for college and high school starts. I really need to totally quit smoking. I need the money for a car. (Hell, I need the money for health insurance for me and the Kidling, food in the house, and a bunch of other stuff.)

So, a parting glass to 2017. I can’t say you’ll be missed. A welcoming salute to 2018. May you restore my belief in hope and humans.

 

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About Mad Annie, Bronwyn, Ann

I am a wife.mother, writer, cashier (hey, it helps pay the bills), Pagan who sometimes thinks too much. A jackie of all trades and mistress of none
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