I thought today was the one year anniversary (or anti-anniversary?) of my divorce, but my blog archives have proven me wrong - it was yesterday. Oh well, so much for doing a comtemplative post The Day Of. As a matter of fact, I’m not sure I feel like doing a comtemplative post at all - or at least, not something lengthy. Insert here the obligatory observations about how much can change in one year’s time, and how we can never really anticipate what the future (even just a year in the future) will bring.
You know how it goes. When I was 18, I never imagined I’d be married at 21. When I was 21, I never imagined I’d be divorced at 24. And so on and so forth.
Last year I had a trip to Boston (and a Red Sox penant) for my birthday - and the concomitant ruminations about the quarter of a century milestone. This year I’ll have a new job*, presumably some sort of celebration with the GDBF and (hopefully) other ATL friends I’ve met in the last year, and some ruminations on the “quarter of a century, plus one” milestone.
* Ed. note: More on this later. But not too much more - dooce factor, you know.
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5 Responses to "Another Anniversary"
If it means anything … the Red Sox are folding on me. Blown a five-game lead and now trail the damn Yankees by half-a-game.
New job? Kickass. Congrats, lady.
Congrats on the job indeed.
And, I think that “the dooce factor” could easily work its way into blogging slang!!! Clever!
Good luckies on the new job. “Dooce” already is slangified.
http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=dooced&r=f
winos central? Trebek, you bastard!
And at 25, you never imagined you’d be married again at 27… To a KILLER ROBOT ASSASSIN FROM MEXICO!
Oh, sorry– I’ve said too much. You’ll find out soon enough…