About the last week of December each year (usually a slow news cycle anyhow) the news folks treat everyone to a review of the year just ending. Already many of the cable and broadcast news organizations have prepared or even presented these productions. Presumably The Brazil Times will give us a year-in-review look at 2008 in Clay County. Nationally it has been quite a year. Locally I can't wait to find out what of importance happened that we've already begun to forget because it didn't affect our own life.
This blog, however, is about me and what I think; so I will indulge herein in what of importance to me happened before I forget it, too.
As 2008 began I was still dependent on eye patches for a good part of the day and apprehensive about whether this was, indeed, as good as it was going to get. What turned out to be minor, same-day-out-patient surgery relieved a problem that I'd been given to think might be permanent. My vision is about 98 percent of whatever "normal" is. Only now as the year ends does my eye problem not make me dizzy in crowds (some say I've always been a bit dizzy).
It is very hard to accomplish a negative, but one of my goals for the year was to not be in the hospital as often as in past years -- which I accomplished by simply not counting those same-day-out-patient "procedures."
In May my wife, Kay, talked me into writing a "blog." Actually I had no idea what that was or I might not have agreed. I still don't know how it gets from my slow thought process onto a high-speed Internet. It amazes me when anyone says they read it other than overworked and overlooked Jason Moon. If someone says they enjoy it I never know whether to say "Thank you" or to say "Are you talking to me?"
On Dec. 11, I wrote about the sucker bet I'd made with my late brother, Terry. He had bet me that whoever died the youngest had to buy a White Castle hamburger for the one who lived the longest. Technically I won the bet, only to find out there was no way to collect! Then the good folks of the marketing department at White Castle Systems sent me a Gift Certificate for not one but three White Castles. I finally beat Terry at something.
For Christmas I got everything in the world I ever want -- all five of our children were here with their families. The two of us have become a company of 21, of which only one was missing (that darn blended family thing rearing its ugly head). What else could a father want as a gift than to have his children healthy, happy, and home?
So, with all that bad stuff going on in the world, I figure it's year end and I win.
David L. Lewis is an observer of and sometimes commentator on life who may be reached via e-mail at firstname.lastname@example.org.