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The time of year has arrived when we get to reflect and genuflect and consider and plan for the future. My baby girl who isn't such a baby now (more of a babe) is fleeing the nest to take up her University place - but so far away, Oklahoma for goodness sake. And so as my picture reveals I am in cowboy repose. But last night as the bell struck 12 I had a good feeling about this year and a half full glass appeared in my hand - how cool was that. And I have been reading Ondaatje's 'Elimination Dance' (already this year) and I am not going to be eliminated, not yet, for I am not:
Any lover who has gone into a flower shop on Valentines Day and asked for clitoris instead of clematis...
Funny though that might have been, I know what he means by it. But I have to confess, 2012 already feels special. I wonder how that can be, it looks the same as yesterday, although in some ways not, so all I can hope for is that my hair turns whiter before it falls out for I have a feeling that everything else is going to be just fine. I might even write another book or two - though I have plans for three, which will do just fine for me. Happy new year! This Year I am going to do more Dad Dancing!
