Last day of the year.

I am a silly, emotional person trapped in a logical brain. There, I've admitted what you all know already. I spent the evening looking at old photos, laughing once or twice (especially at the amount of photos of my old black kitteh) and dropping a few tears for people gone or at things that don't exist anymore.

Something about your mid-30s changes a person though. It's that wonderful transition from thinking you know everything to really not caring that you don't and not really being in any hurry to find out because you know it will all reveal as needed (but knowing that you absolutely need comfortable shoes).

So I can't really get too sad about my old house in Kansas although when I saw the photos of the pile of wood that it was through all the phases of it being built, I sobbed uncontrollably for all the memories that I had locked away. It's funny to think of that house as being small because at the time it was so overwhelming and new. The photos of the year I really went crazy with Christmas made me laugh though because I learned such a valuable lesson: what goes up must come down (but I think it got left up until March...)

I've reinvented myself on numerous occasions. Spring will always be my favorite season and the smell of it is almost out there. I took the Foo dog for a spin outside and everything is just poised, waiting to fall over into the next year. Even the moon was a tiny sliver with just enough grace to show but not enough to steal the sky.

In celebration of memories and photos yet to come, here's a fantastic shot from Blackrock Mountain in north Georgia.