January 1 2019 - My Pledge

I pledge to you  "Year 2019”  that I will try my best to write here everyday.   Although some days may turn out to merely be an accounting of the day,  my primary goal is to create a story, a story of the year I spent in 2019.

January 1, 2019 - A mild and breezy 61℉


Among my first conscious, and groggy thoughts this morning was a feeling of wanting to do better.
You know the usual, unattainable goals, like, “I’m going to go for a walk every day, and drink more water.”
It’s already 9:00 and I haven’t walked very far.  I’ve gone from the bedroom to the kitchen for a cup of tea and then to the sofa, which is where I am now.  My “Fitbit” says that’s 317 steps.  I’m sure that’s not what I meant when I mused about daily walks. And I suppose tea shouldn’t count towards my water intake, should it?

Other thoughts were more lofty, like being more patient with and kind to others,  especially Ross.
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I have goals pertaining to my obsessive hobby, which is, if you don’t know, knitting.  I will just broadly categorize it as “Mindful Knitting”.  Perhaps I will dedicate a post just to that one.

THE DAY

I think it has been passed down to me through DNA that New Year’s day should be a day of cleaning.

Something about starting off the year with a clean house, fresh linens, and an empty laundry basket means a fresh start.

So that’s what I did for the first part of the day.  

Ross, Aunt Dolores and I went to Wally’s on the island (Long Beach Island) for lunch.  The day was unseasonably warm.  

After lunch we went up to see the ocean.  

We got home at about 4:00 and I crashed out.  I worked on a pair of socks

while we semi-binged the Showtime show “Escape from Dannemora”.  We still have 3 episodes left.  I found it to be way too dragged out.  There are 7 episodes, that’s over 6 hours of video.  the story could have been told in 3.

So that was our day.

                                          Oh, and my final Fitbit stats:

I DID IT! I wrote something.  I’m proud of myself.