Anyone who knows me, or has even read much of this blog, will know that I am someone who dwells mainly in the past. The older I get, the more the tendency to reflect, and to wallow in nostalgia, overwhelms me. I look back on years of better weather, happy times, youthful exertions, and a degree of innocence, long lost. Much of this is life seen through rose-tinted spectacles, I have no doubt, but it is as real to me as typing this post now. However, it has to stop, or at least stop being so important. I have to look forward more, and to appreciate the time left, as much as the time gone before.
I am not one for resolutions. I have rarely kept to them, and I find that making one immediately applies pressure, and a desire to break it again. In March, I will have been in Norfolk for two years. The first one was long and interesting, the second just flew by. I have become obsessed with the weather, as regular readers will testify, and my dog, Ollie, has become a huge part of my life. As well as companionship, loyalty, and blind devotion, he also brings a sense of responsibility, and a need to nurture and cherish. Never having had children, this has been a hard lesson for me. Since moving here, I have got little done, around the house and garden. Muscles, destroyed by years of Statins, just don’t work like they used to, and everything seems harder, and often impossible, to complete. It is as if I am trying to work in increased gravity, a very strange feeling. Our garage is still bulging with the accumulated miscellanea of my life up to then, and really must be sorted. It will have to be done slowly, in sections, but it must get done.
I will still be volunteering next year. The Cycling Proficiency begins again in late January, and the Fire Brigade stuff is ongoing, as much as you want to take on. I doubt that I will do any more than this, as I need to dedicate more time to household jobs, before I get much older. I should be getting my bus pass in March though. I was done out of two years by changes to the rules, so I intend to use it as much as the sparse local bus services will allow. At least I will be able to get into Norwich free of charge, and maybe explore the city that is the ‘capital’ of Norfolk.
The period after Julie’s birthday, in January, up to my birthday, in March, always feels a little ‘flat’. The weather is usually bad, the days dark and unwelcoming. Christmas festivities are over, and the coming of Spring seems impossible to contemplate. This period of ‘flat time’ has always been with us, and I now feel the need to use it more wisely, instead of just waiting for it to end. It is a good time for blogging, that’s for sure, and I have the enthusiasm to start another year of blogging with renewed interest. I am following more blogs, including some interesting film and cinema sites, and still keeping in touch with my faithful friends from the beginning of my blog journey.
This evening, we are seeing in the New Year with our neighbours, who have very kindly invited us in to eat, and share the experience. Around the world of blogging, that year will start at different times, and for some of you, it is already almost there. Let us hope that the world will be a better place for all of us next year, and that life in Beetley will stay much the same, but with better weather! Best wishes to everyone, Pete.