From a chilled down ‘Nati, good morning all:

Wisdom of the Week:

“A New Year’s resolution is something that goes in one Year and out the other.” — Anonymous

The coldest spell of the winter has hit, the warmest batch of coffee just finished brewing. I am all set!

2010 is just hours old and already things are ‘popping’—starting with my laptop. Yesterday, along with that funny electric smell my laptop popped and went dark. From some work I believe it to be a problem where the power cord enters the unit. It was a bit of a panic since my monthly, not yet backed up, article was just half finished with the editor waiting for it mid-week. I did get back on long enough to grab the folder and copy it onto a memory stick prior to the unit crashing again. First New Year’s resolution—BACK IT UP!

It also means that this post is being hobbled together somewhat. But then, aren’t they all?

As I am writing this Adrianne, Tevita, and Vaioleti are approaching the half way point across the Pacific on their way home from Christmas in Tonga. Plans are for them to land shortly after noon in Los Angeles. I pick them up at our airport at 7:00 tomorrow morning. Yesterday they left Tonga’s 90-degree warm sunshine; they’ll land into our 10-degree freezer. If I were really kind I’d start the car this evening and let it run all night with the heater cranking full bore.

I don’t know about you but I am an absolute addict of the Holidays. This two-week span has been a joy (with more yet to come). New Year’s was spent with friends, some of whom it had been years since we last spent some serious time together.

Yesterday, after the Buckeyes won the Rose Bowl I had grand hopes for an all Ohio day, but the Bearcats’ drubbing at last evening’s Sugar Bowl wiped that hope out. The best bit about having a town’s team be part of a major national event is the all the hype—and in America we do that so well don’t we? Anyway, it was good to see the whole city get around with smiles on their faces, even if just for a week.

Today is Marcia’s birthday. With this one she is fast catching up to me. I could pen some nonsense about “not getting older….” But felt I’d keep it a bit more real and acknowledge that this celebration is in fact about aging, so:

Beautiful young people are acts of nature,
But beautiful old aging people are works of art.

Many more dear.

Make it a great week everyone. Now I best get ready for a very cold Sunday morning walk with Shang.

Cheers,

Dirk

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