Visuals 11.

endofyeareview.

I do this stuff every year on the blog.

If you are new here: turn around and run.  This place is full of great things, like photos of my daughter.  BUT it's also full of mundane tripe, that my sometimes overzealous imagination can help spiral into over inundated nonsense rabble that i consider intellect.

ANYWAY, i like to offer up the best of what i thought happened this year to myself and those close to me. In no order.

Best read this year:  

Gateways to Abomination By Matthew M. Bartlett 

I am afraid of this anthology.  Still. After three readings.  More, please!

http://www.matthewmbartlett.com/

Best music of this year:

David Lynch: http://davidlynch.com/

Godflesh:  http://www.godflesh.com/

Ghost and Ghost BC: http://www.infestissumam.com/

(sorry grandma)

Best time i had this year:

Elsie was accepted at The Clark School for the Deaf.  Now, she has full hearing.  They accept children for preschool to help integrate with the half hearing and non hearing children.

The price is a bit up there, but Elsie is getting a Montessori curriculum education, which is five days a week.  

http://www.montessoritraining.net/curriculum_materials/preschool_kindergarten_program.htm

The place is magical, to say the least.

Terri's 40th birthday.  You had to be here to see it.

The Sunday walks with Elsie, Terri and Jackson.  Again: magical.

The Smith College Botanical Gardens: http://www.smith.edu/garden/home.html

Returning to offsite:  I work for a major candle company in the valley.  I celebrated 15 years in this company by going back to offsite, which is a smaller yet dutiful division of the company. I became an interim supervisor and have been re integrated into a more one on one atmosphere within my company.  

I am looking forward to many more challenges and surpassing my own initiatives within this environment.

It is better to be a bigger link in a smaller chain, than a smaller link in a bigger chain.

I've been getting up earlier. I have been putting the damn infernal phone away and have looked around at life unfolding around me.  I have escaped the grasp of my own self prescribed asylum and have begun to flourish into my middle age.

And i have my entire family to thank for this.

This post is dedicated to:

Great Aunt Edna.  You will always be in my heart.

Aunt Joan.  I'm sorry we weren't closer.

Uncle Bruce.  Forever the class clown.

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