Another year has come and gone. I began 2009 by burning biscuits. Â 2009’s first Punny Monday was the hardest one I have ever done. Â Capsun is still congratulating himself for winning. Â And mid-January I enrolled in a photography class.
Come February, I started Three Word Thursday. Â In March I shared one of my very special talents, Amoeba bought me a brand new computer and I created my 1000th post. Â On April 5th, I proved that Thom is a vampire. Â A few days later I broke my camera lens. Â And a few days after that I hit the half-century mark, and Amoeba and I discussed new wardrobe options. Â Of course, the most remarkable thing about April was National Poetry Month and the fact that I murdered a guest at our dinner table.
In May my new camera lenses arrived and some of the first photos taken were of Thom. Â I also told you The Truth About Gilligan’s Island, shared an elevator sex-ed class, my washing machine gotÂ agitated, and I wrote my most popular short story to date. Â In June my blog had its third birthday. Â I also got horribly sick, Amoeba went off the Friday Harbor and Thom was our goodÂ Samaritan. Â We flew off to Friday Harbor and I captured an Eagle. July brought fireworks, a soggy camping trip, and not whale watching. Â July also brought paid blogging.
August brought Quillian — and then the video camera died and ended her career before it began. Â September found me working on the Great American Novel – -which died a painfully boring death. Â October left us high and dry for 5 days, two of which we spent in a hotel. Â We spent one day being Waikiki tourists.
November brought the turkey hat and a square pie. Â December brought 12 fun filled Days of Christmas and lots of good natured squabbling with Thom; a trip to St. Andrew’s Cathedral; and photos of our new home.
And the year ends with me both happy and sad at the same time. Â I am glad to be returning home to the part of the country that holds the greatest portion of my heart, but I will be leaving some of my heart here, on this beautiful island. Â I have given a little piece of it to OJM and our other friends in Waianae, and I have given a piece of it to Thom. Â We don’t see each other often, but it is nice to know that he is just down the street. Â I will miss him.