Vague recollection of a year

Inspired by a library blog, I was thinking of recapping 2009 before potentially coming up with a list of things I want to do in 2010. But then I realized I really didn’t recall much of 2009.

Hypothyroidism, continual bitterness about the motherfuckingthievingbastards who broke into my house and a little thing called grad school are all culprits. The blog getting hacked certainly didn’t help, but since that was my own fault… well, that makes me a culprit, too.

There was a trip to NYC in May that definitely sticks out in my memory. There was our first attempt at a vegetable garden, too. Last summer was our own version of “Attack of the Killer Tomatoes,” only in our case, it was watermelon vines. If we plant them again, I’m training those bad boys in home security. Intruders will be strangled to death and tossed over the fence.

Oh. Right. This was also the year that I stopped speaking to my neighbor, over a fence dispute. There is a part of me that is oh-so-tempted to paint a mural of the Pittsburgh Steelers logo on the side of the fence that faces my yard. I’m sorry, did I mention he’s a Browns fan?

I saw the best Springsteen concert of my life this year. I saw the Cubs lose three straight to the Tigers and I didn’t mind terribly. Turns out that a lot of Tigers fans are also Cubs fans, so I was in some pretty good company at the ballpark.

This was a year of reconnecting. My grandmother passed away at the end of 2008 and I saw cousins I hadn’t seen in 15 years. Many of us talk weekly on Facebook now. This was also the year of my 25th high school reunion, and I, who had little to do with any of the individuals involved, helped plan it. I made some great friends out of the deal and we had a kick ass reunion.

There were big changes at work. We went live with ILLiad borrowing in January. (I’d been using it on the lending side since August 2008.) We lost a member of our department, leaving two of us in interlibrary loan. There is still continuing drama within the circulation department and I am very thankful that I am no longer a part of that department.

One son moved to Philly. The other son found his first (and shortly thereafter, his second) real job and moved out, leaving The Boyfriend and I to rattle around this place alone and contemplate what to do next.

Those possibilities are seemingly endless. It’s a good and scary feeling.