Twelve Drummers Drumming
One last image from the holidays for you: a few days after Christmas found me crouched over my dad's old Gateway computer, unscrewing pretty much the whole chassis so I could remove the hard drive and transfer his digital photos to his new computer. (This appears to be something Gateway did not want its customers doing 5 years ago.) This turned out to be less easy than I'd expected, although I still think it was easier than getting the old Windows 98 system up and running and recognizing a new USB memory key.
It doesn't seem all that long ago that it was Dad scratching his head and saying "boy, this Caveman Mountain Playset sure has a lot of pieces" while I chanted "Can I play with it now? How about now?" To every thing there is a season.
Neil Gaiman has written one of the most eloquent expressions of good will for the new year that I've seen in a long time, so I'll pass it along to all of you:
May your coming year be filled with magic and dreams and good madness. I hope you read some fine books and kiss someone who thinks you're wonderful, and don't to forget make some art -- write or draw or build or sing or live as only you can. And I hope, somewhere in the next year, you surprise yourself.