Another Year Older

     Hello there, viewers.  I hope you enjoyed my story (see previous post).  It's all quite true of course; every word.  I suppose you may have noticed that I referred to myself as a "human", once or twice, and, as you know, I am not a human, but a wood nymph.  This was merely a ruse to blend in the human people.  I didn't count on there being aliens.


     Any road, my 21st year has come to a close.
Like most years, it had it's ups and downs, it's interesting, sad, lovely moments.


     During this past year, I read 35 books, beginning with a facetious little novel called Evvie at Sixteen (Susan Pfeffer), and ended with All Creatures Great and Small (James Herriot), an autobiographical novel by a veterinarian who set up practice in Yorkshire.  It was a very interesting read; I highly recommend it.


     I watched 672 films (a year in the life of the chronically ill), beginning with Primeval Series 5, and ending with Shakespeare Re-Told: Much Ado About Nothing.


     This year should be interesting.  I bought a book called Drawing Your Life by Michael Nobbs, and another called The Happy Book both of which contain amusing prompts that encourage one to focus one's thoughts and energy on Life's simple joys.  It's been fun so far.


     I've also decided to sell handmade earrings this year.  I've been making quite a lot of them lately; it's a pleasant alternative to Solitaire. 


     It began when five young girls of my acquaintance all graduated 8th grade at once.  At that last minute, I got some new beads to add to my collection, and a pack of silver sea creature charms, and made them each a pair of summery earrings.


     I was encouraged to make more and try to sell them, and so I shall.  I've made well over 40 pairs already.  I sold my first three the other day.  I was pretty chuffed about it.


       Well, here's to making the most of another year.  Good morrow to thee, viewers.  May the road rise up to meet you.