Heeheeeeheeee. Me, as Fanatical Blogger. I love it! (It sounds like a title that ought to come with a cape, doesn't it?)
Anyway, it's not that 2011 was uneventful. We had all kinds of adventures. We went sledding in Strawberry, made Rice Krispy treats for your bake sale, raced up & down sand dunes at Ocean Beach, hiked Montara Mountain, did Disneyland with the whole family for Poppa's 70th birthday, high-fived Curious George at the Jewish Cultural Museum, mashed a bunch of guacamole, tromped through Purisima Creek Redwoods, threw water balloons off our back porch, walked the cliffs at Montana de Oro, skipped stones in the King's River, climbed Mt. Diablo's Rock City, swam and camped everywhere we could all summer long -- and a whole bunch of other things I didn't capture in any photographs. But, at the end of the summer, times got tough. Remember? I lost the twins, Armadillo & Badger, and then was immediately forced into full time work in the classroom, all in the span of 3 days. The next few months were pretty much a blur. I'd say I didn't even get back to standing steadily upright until almost Thanksgiving. And I don't think I would've made it back to the Land of the Living at all without you & Joel -- plus a LOT of red wine, and also the love and tender care of so many other amazing people in my life.
So even though a whole lot of great stuff happened last year, I think I'll end up remembering it as a disaster. The images that keep coming to mind are totally incongruous ones, like a beautiful beach landscape only with a seabird in the foreground that's been drenched by an off-shore oil spill.
But,hey. It's 2012 now. I'm saddled up again and -- ready or not -- I'm writing.
