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Christmas is the one holiday I have committed to my mother, because for some reason it means a lot to her. As with anything that repeats on a yearly basis, its oncoming gets me thinking. Where was I this time last year? What was I doing? What was I struggling with? What was I figuring out?
The voyage to SD was solo, a fact my mother noted was rare. (This year I am taking my primary and my sven) I was about to take over a new teaching job that was going to kick my ass. After SD I took a road trip with my then good friend down to texas and back. We had no agenda. It was good times.
So now I miss her a little. And like every Christmas I miss my dad a little. Xmas really hasn't been fun since he died, though it's not all that tragic anymore either. Overall I am saner and happier than last year, something I have not always been able to say. So, that makes my pontifications a little boring, I guess. Moderation is the new crucial.
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