I thanked her. She thanked me. I thanked her. I swooped up my cleaning, and her calendar, I carried both out to my idling Camry. New Year is not just about moving on.
New Year is also for holding fast.
Our Western calendar scares me, a little. I ve got twenty years worth, pocket calendars, datebooks, a really nice Sierra Club scheduler from 86, all in my bottom desk drawer. I tossed each off, as each year flew by. Last month, I added 99. Last month, we turned 2000, and though not one of those frightening forecasts about grids failing, 737s falling, or mad horseman thundering down Pioneer Square came true.