Dearly be-bloggéd, we are gathered here today in remembrance of Bloganuary 2023. We all came to it differently—-one-sentence answers, or long rambling essays about spraypainted sheep and Mario Kart and ceramic panthers, or what the kids call ‘not participating’—-and will take different things from it as it passes like a body of strange weather, to return when the calendar dies again. For myself, what I am taking from it is “my evenings back” and “my wife not being annoyed when I ask her to do them for me because I don’t wanna”, but I very much enjoyed it, appreciate the new readers and pals with whom it connected me, and look forward to next year. Until then, we’ll have to muddle through somehow.
January 31st:
Where Is The Best Place To
Watch The Sunset Near You?
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Our living-room, actually; I can see it setting over there between the neighbor’s gazebo and the other neighbor’s treehouse, where their terrible children howl like the souls of the forsaken as the doors to Paradise close. All I have to do is turn my melon 90º or so, and She Who Is My Wife can see it without turning at all, so it’s a companion of ours most nights.
As tomorrow is the, good lord, ninth anniversary of our arrival here, I am INCLINED TOWARD A RECOLLECTION: we actually missed our first sunset here, arriving well after dark, having been able only to forage acorns, berries, and Arby’s for our meager inaugural dinner. Ah, well; we’ll just have to have two sunsets tomorrow.
–The Bageler
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