Happy New Year ...

Happy New Year?

I dread the milestones of a new year. Will I make it to September 10th? Will I want to?

I've tried to adopt the D. H. Lawrence technique of dealing with guilt: make orange marmalade. Immediate action not theology or psychology. I don't particularly care for marmalade.

No real progress on the JonBenet case. No real progress on the marmalade either.

So I feed the dogs and I feed the feral cats and I wish them all a Happy New Year. Its the thing to do, you know. Wish a hungry cat who copes with the dangers of a feral existence a Happy New Year as if he understood English and understood what a calendar was. We have rules that have to be followed in a civilized society.

Year end review:
Ryan Ferguson: Still doing hard time in prison.
Owen Rooney: Still missing from Grand Forks, BC, Canada but some promising reports in the Lac La Bish area of Alberta.
Luke Mitchell: Still doing a Life Sentence for not having left his dna at the scene of a murder while the three males who did leave their dna at the scene have never been considered suspects.

Thanksgiving...

No. Not for me. I usually spend my Thanksgivings bumping my chin on some foot rail and realizing that it is simply not a holiday for me. I think of phone calls not made and drink myself into a stupor. Carefully nurtured contacts with former White House personnel that were not utilized that night despite my desperate fears weigh heavily upon my mind.

Thanksgiving never was much of a holiday for me, now it is not one at all.

I do, however, wish a Happy Thanksgiving to others.