Merry Christmas, etc. etc.

It's finally raining again, after the big hype it turned into a rainy Friday night and nothing since. Supposedly tomorrow will be Armageddon! Thunder and Everything! Sheesh. We need the rain.

KR has a thread on New Year's Resolutions. I have to confess, I totally sucked at every one I made last year. I know why, too. No real motivation, just that vague feeling that this is what I should be doing - exercise, lose weight, use the stash. It was an academic exercise, and easy to blow off, and I mostly did. There was nothing on the calendar to require performance, and I'm the type who works best under a deadline. I shine with a deadline.

I didn't totally blow it off, I had spurts of doing very well - pared down some stuff from the house, or in the great phrase of a KR poster "mucking out the house." I sold that giant computer armoire, donated furniture, and gave a whole lot of stuff to Goodwill. But really, I've been mucking out with an iced tea spoon, and now I need a front-end loader. Because now it's time to get serious, because I may go in to work in the next couple of months and get told that it's a done deal and we're off to Sarasota. I'm willing to go if the money is right, I have a backup plan for the house, and if the money isn't right I ain't going, it's that simple. But I may as well get ready to deal with it, because there is no downside to stripping down the house. Worst case, I have less crap to move when I get around to remodeling the master bedroom and bathroom, because that would be next on the hit list if I stay. No, new windows would have to be next, because these windows are old and cheap. Then the master bath area would be redesigned.

I had spurts of diet and exercise devotion this year, and then lots of business lunches and late nights. And now I'm realizing that I will be 49 in June and I'm not 30 anymore and this health thing is serious business. I have a roulette wheel of genes here, on my dad's side there are uniformly bad hearts and relatively short lifespans (he broke the record by hitting 79, and did that sick for years). On my mom's side they go until their 90s. I don't know what the genetic craps table gave me, so I have to take care of myself, it's not a matter of looking good in a bathing suit, it's a matter of not having a heart attack (on the worst side) or not needing new knees (on the minor side) in 5 years. Because this is serious. This is functional. I have a high-stress job and I have to take taking care of myself seriously.

And knitting resolutions - no yarn until MDS&W, period, and only modest stash enhancement then. More knitting for charity, because it is Christmas Eve and 70 degrees and the worsted wool in my stash could be doing some good elsewhere. Because this is crazy, and there is no point in denying that wool (other than laceweight) is pointless. If I am destined to be a Florida knitter in the age of global warming, I may as well get with the program.