Looking back at my post from last year and what what written on it, I realize it was a surreal 2015.
- My father-in-law died in July, from esophageal cancer.
- My mother-in-law clings tenaciously to life, even though she hasn't had a quality of life for over a year, and what is left in the fragile shell of her body is not really my mother-in-law anymore.
- The face of this blog, Buster, is now 14, living with lymphoma, doesn't see all too well, doesn't hear much, but acts as if he is four years old. You rock, buddy!
- Wolfgang Amadeus Marshmallow is in Germany with Lady Marshmallow, looking at graduate schools. Masters in Piano Performance.
- It was a remarkable healthy 2015, with little to no illnesses in the Marshmallow household.
- Golf is still extremely frustrating and glorious, and I'd rather be doing it than most anything else.
- Lady Marshmallow and I got to see a little more of the world. Viking River Cruise on the Danube (it's not blue, by the way). Also not cheap. If you have the means (to paraphrase Ferris Bueller) I highly recommend it.
Although I won't make a promise to write more, and New Year's Resolutions are not something I believe in making, I think I may reignite some of my scribing engines. I just have a feeling I will, can't explain why I feel that. You real writers know exactly how wonderful it is to put pen to paper, or fingers to a keyboard. Maybe that feeling - which I'm feeling right now - is the reason why. We'll see. Perhaps a little more travel, a little less sitting around, a lot less worrying about small stuff could be the themes of 2016.
As Ferris would say: Life moves pretty fast. If you don't stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.
