I had fully intended to write a New Years Day post. If, as they say, the road to hell is paved with good intentions, then yesterday I was a paving stone.
On New Years Eve, Mama Wordbones and I attended a neighborhood party that was also a wedding reception. The bride and groom have a great sense of humor which was reflected in their wedding cake.
After bringing in the New Year with the new couple and our neighbors, we walked home. There is something to be said for attending a New Years Eve party that you can walk to. By 1 AM we were snug in our own bed where we remained until 11:00 the next morning.
When I came downstairs and looked at the Christmas tree I decided that would be my priority task for the day. Once Christmas Day is over, the Christmas tree loses most of its luster. In place of nicely wrapped gifts dressing up the base of the tree there are a scattering of pine needles and the odd opened gift. All a Christmas tree represents to me after Christmas is an unfinished chore so I tackled that chore yesterday and today my tree sits at curbside waiting to be recycled into mulch for our county parks.
This morning when I got up, I resolved to do my first post of 2009.
I want to begin this New Year by thanking the readers of Tales of Two Cities. It is extremely gratifying to see how the readership here has grown over the past year. In December 2007 this blog recorded a little over 2,000 visits. One year later that number was just over 3,500.
I attribute some of this growth to the fact that I am posting more regularly now. In 2007 I wrote 107 posts. In 2008 I wrote 258 posts. My goal for 2009 is 365 posts.
I’m already one day behind.
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