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Make it a good day!

-SooAnn

I got that at the bottom of an email from my friend SooAnn a couple of weeks ago. I think the email was about setting up pictures for contacts on her Blackberry, I’m not sure. What struck me was that it wasn’t “have a good day” or “hope your day’s good,” it was “(implied ‘you’) make it a good day.” I determine how my day will be based on my actions and reactions. It’s kind of a Carpe Diem kind of thing, and makes you want to march around your prep school’s yard and stand on your desk.

It’s a good reminder.

My brother sent these cards along to me yesterday, drawn by my nephew (6 years old) and niece (4). As I understand the procedure, the kids draw and/or write, the results are scanned, and then the scanned pics are fiddled with in Photoshop according to the wishes of the specific kid.

This one is by my nephew, and he’s very aware of the cat situation at my place, i.e., that there are some. I believe the mouse is intended to be a gift to the cats for my birthday. The Photoshop filters used are his current favorites.

Natalie has chosen to write her birthday greetings to me, with translations by my brother. He swears these are word-for-word translations, and he’s pretty sure that the “I hope you deserve something” in the lower right corner means she wants me to get presents and isn’t some sort of judgment call on her part. William Munny would tell her “Deserve’s got nothin’ to do with it,” but I still appreciate her intent.

Thanks, kiddos!

525,600 minutes, 525,000 moments so dear.
525,600 minutes – how do you measure, measure a year?
In daylights, in sunsets, in midnights, in cups of coffee.
In inches, in miles, in laughter, in strife.
In 525,600 minutes – how do you measure a year in the life?

525,600 minutes! 525,000 journeys to plan.
525,600 minutes – how can you measure the life of a woman or man?
In truths that she learned, or in times that he cried.
In bridges he burned, or the way that she died.

How about love? Measure in love. Seasons of love.

-Excerpted from “Seasons of Love”

I was given another year, and my memory doesn’t allow me to remember everything that took place in it. The things that stay with me are the relationships built and friendships made. I wasn’t always so good at everything this last year, but I have good friends, and that makes for a good year. Thanks everyone. I look forward to this next year.

Comic courtesy of PBF Comics, which aren’t necessarily always something I’d recommend.