Vital hope. That's what I have right now. Welcome to New Year's weekend. Saturday morning, to be exact. The snow has stopped. My sewer line is not coughing up into my bathtub and sinks. When I flushed the toilet this morning, everything disappeared the way it was supposed to. Yes, life is back to normal. No more shit.
I know making that statement is a little dangerous. It invites disaster. Sort of like saying "Wow, my car is all paid off!" invites transmission problems, brake jobs, and head-on collisions. However, in these last few days of 2018, I am going to try to ac-cent-tchu-ate the positive. (Thanks, Johnny Mercer, for that line.)
For those of my disciples scratching their heads, don't worry. I haven't partaken in special brownies or gummies, and I haven't sipped any weird Kool-Aid. I simply am trying to end my year on a high note. Come the first days of January, I will most likely be back to my old, dark self. However, I am heading to Florida for ten days on January 2. Walt Disney World. Harry Potter World. Sun. Warmth. No blocked sewers or frozen water pipes. Just mouse ears and magic wands.
My son is going crazy to climb on that airplane. Yesterday, my sister took him to the salon, and my son chose to have his hair dyed red. He was going to go with pink but changed his mind at the last minute. Red is his most current shade. He's also been green and purple. When he hits a swimming pool, who knows what color his hair will fade to? He may be pink.
That is my wisdom for this day. Being positive. Ending the year on a high note. Mickey Mouse. Hogwarts. Magic for all.
Saint Marty is thankful this day for his complicated, crazy life.
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