Seeya, ’04

I don’t know about you guys, but I’m finished with 2004.

Sometimes there are years where, as the clock winds down, I find myself thinking “aww, this was a really good one; I’m sorry to leave it behind.” This year had its ups and downs, but I am most certainly ready to close the door on it and move forward.

Buckle up – here’s the year in (very quick) review:

In January, I traveled to Rochester, New York, and had some issues with being a manager when I got back.

February was the month when, in anticipation of my 24th birthday, I embarked on a whirlwind of planning and working out and doing everything right for once in my life.

Of course, as most of you know, this all came to a screeching halt on March 1, 2004, the day that will forever define this year. Ginny had her accident, and in the midst of dealing, I suddenly became the kind of woman I never thought I’d be – composed, patient, and capable. And we learned what it’s like to deal with the kind of horrible tragedy that leads off the news every day for weeks.

April continued our parade of learning to cope. It’s also the month where I got in big trouble at work for the first time in my career. This changed pretty much everything about the way I approach my job, and while it’s something I don’t write about much anymore, it’s something that continues to affect me.

In May, I took a couple of weeks off of work to care for Ginny at home, and had a taste of life as a homemaker and caregiver. I learned that while I can do it, it’s probably not my long-term goal.

June saw Ginny back in the hospital for wheelchair rehab, which was followed by increased mobility on her part and the first times we were able to leave the house together as a family.

In July, I looked for apartments, considered the ramifications of declawing my cat, and traveled to New Hampshire, where I promptly got food poisoning. Damn you, lobster.

August was band, band, and more band, with some weddings and work involved and not a whole lot else.

September was a month of hurricanes and – you guessed it – more band and work.

I’ll remember October as the month where I became overwhelmed by and obsessed with politics. Which all came to a screeching halt in November.

And, well, nothing much happened in December. I don’t even feel like linking it.

Thank you, as always, for reading along with my life as it has unfolded during these past twelve months (or longer, if applicable). I’ve got some cool things up my sleeve for 2005, and I hope you’ll all stick with me for it.

Happy new year to you all.

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  • Happy New Year, Lorie … I'll be looking for things coming out of your sleeves.

  • Happy Birthday, Lorie.
    I can see up your shirt.
    Um, that is, er, a Happy New Year to you and… I also will look forward to what's to come from inside your sleeves.

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  • ” I suddenly became the kind of woman I never thought I'd be – composed, patient, and capable.”

    You have indeed grown during the time I started following your diary. It is often difficult for one in this culture to step back and see the big picture, but I am encouraged by much of what I see here in these pages. It's nice to see that you have firmly taken charge as the director and producer of your ongoing reality show (i.e., “Life's a Stage”), and have determined for yourself what you consider to be the important aspects of life.

  • personally, i think it is amazing that something that sounds to have defined a lot of 2004 for your job–whathappened in april–didn't come off as a HUGE deal in here.

    maybe i dont read close enough, but really, i think it would be interesting to talk to you about it for real some time.

  • lorie, haven't you got an “email me” option here?

    -or am I missing something?
    You'd think I might have an advatage of perspective but, -well, it seems either to be non-functioning or else it is being ignored.
    Again, Próspero Año Nuevo, muñeca.

  • i sure do – it's under “email” in the nav bar.

    or you could just send it to loriestories@gmail.com.

    fire away – i'd much rather read email than do work today anyway.

  • shh… the message was to a certain paternalistic fellow who might find his words better appreciated when not employed to pat your head before the entire class… ;o)

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