When I lived overseas in Uzbekistan, one of the things the government did there every year was proclaim the coming year as the year of a particular theme. Hence, if it was the year of the elderly, they would have events all throughout the year to both honor as well as serve the elderly. I liked the idea of theming a year before it even began – kind of like an indirect New Year’s Resolution that would steer your actions and give some focus to them.
I’ve thought to myself lately that it would be nice to have a year of not complaining, though I doubt I would ever make it through that year without uttering one word of discontent. I don’t know why, but it always seems that life likes to bring us craziness in the midst of all of the sweet moments, and my personality has to work hard to not focus on the difficulty of the craziness sometimes.
We are now officially living in Alameda, CA, and I’m highly enjoying the completely renovated duplex we have. However, I am also discovering that the two-year-old-running-around-among-all-the-moving-boxes-that-we-have-yet-to-unpack effect can kind of dampen the granite-countertops-and-washer-and-dryer effect. Doesn’t Eli realize that he’s supposed to act calm when I have a window over my kitchen sink? I found myself standing the other day reading the user guide to our new, environmentally sustainable linoleum. “Try not to leave food or other debris on the floor for too long,” it advised as a Cheerio crunched under my foot. I try to follow those directions, but the problem is, new Cheerios keep on replacing them.