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Happy New Fear!

It's a good thing I don't know how to rig the category search around here. I wonder if you would be surprised. Everything fits in three categories. Any of you regular few who could guess them?

The unknown is here again. Of course, it never went away. Looking back though, much failure. Major disappointment. Dash and Christina's home burning down. The deaths of several folks that meant a great deal to me. The loss of friendships. Public humiliation. Panic. Fear. Weakness. What did it all mean? Was it really that pointless and painful for no reason?

Impossible. Surely, all the blessings I've been blind to must be peace for all the pain.

My son fell off a second story balcony last year and only broke his arm. He started school and his individuality is beaming. My hair twirling baby is a problematic lovebug. He says "I love you," to everyone, so much so, it has become his schtick.

True transferred to a smaller school and rekindled a spark. He made instant friends, and started Alex on a series of lesson plans. Everything from flashcards, to telling time, to drawing robots. They are a tight twosome and it makes a mommy very happy (between wrestling matches, which make a mommy very tired).

And by chance, the stock market went supa nuts to boot. Silver linings are so very nice, aren't they?

In short, an Everest of unknown is out there for us all. Best of luck with yours. Thank you so much for stopping by my humble blodge this past year to lend a hand with the anxiety and a laugh to the excitement. Blown-eyeds have wonderfully warm dispositions (for the most part) and a gorilla glue grip on my soul. Your perspective is always welcome here and your presence much appreciated.

Good riddance to what is done & prayers of peace for what's to come.
Fly high, Blown-Eye!