2016 SUCKED. Right up until the end, and it's planning to stick around for an extra (leap) second just to rub it in. I want to be up at 23:60 to watch it die. Not that I expect 2017 to be any better.
Last year at this time I wrote It's been a harrowing year. [...] What got us through it was the love and mutual support we have for one another, scary amounts of money, and a great deal of help. But we got through it. We got through as a family. There were times when I honestly didn't expect to. But here we are, at the end of another year.
Um... Yeah. That. Less money and outside help, but certainly Trump's election provided a lot in the way of outside motivation. Any plans we had at the beginning of the year were basically blown to hell in November.
So... let's look at last year's goals. Guidelines -- that's what I called them. Anyway.
- Music: I tried something indefinite last year, and didn't get
very far with it. So this year, let's aim for an album: Amethyst
Rose. The stretch goal would be to add Lookingglass
Pretty much a total bust. And I gave two solid concerts and didn't manage to record either of them. 10% if you count concerts, 0% otherwise.
- Writing: Write more poetry, and aim for at least one non-fiction
(software-related, most likely) article per month.
No poetry to speak of. Between DW and Quora I managed quite a lot of writing, but very little of it was organized. Maybe 35%.
- Exercise: Walk on weekends. Stretch: get my bike repaired. (That's been on the list since before I moved to Seattle, so I don't have much hope.) Nope.
- Food: Eat better: more salads, fewer take-out lunches. Take
off more weight -- I've been stalled for months. At least under 190,
and preferably under 180.
I ate a lot more leftovers this year, My weight went up ten pounds, thanks to my doctor taking me off my diuretic. I dunno - 10%?
- Psych: Last year's "health" goal was all about depression, but I
also made a list of plausible stress-reduction techniques, a few of
which I actually tried, and I'll keep working on that. But the main
thing has to be procrastination. I'll get started on
that... sometime? Tonight, preferably.
Or later. I did get a fair amount done, though, and my dysthymia and anxiety were mostly under control -- at least up until November. 40%.
- Web: Convert the main websites to HTML-5 and CSS. Finally get
around to writing the correct lyrics-to-HTML converter (using
tables instead of monospaced fonts), and a good browser-based
songbook/setlist viewer to go with it. Get some experience with
popular CMSs: WordPress, and if possible Joomla and Drupal.
Well, I got the lyrics converter written, if not actually deployed to the web. And my favorite emacs mode for web,
html-helper-mode, has been upgraded to HTML-5. In addition, I put three projects up on GitHub. 75%?
- Work: Get a new job, or get unstuck at my present one. The
former is more likely. If possible, something that's mostly or
entirely work-from-home. If not, get started on building a consulting
business (web-related, or something else in the software range) that
can fill that role.
Hmm. I did get unstuck. My present project looks dicey, but we may be able to pull it off. I may still have to jump ship, but if I can make it until next June I should be due for more stock, which the gods know will help. I'm going to give myself a 90% on this one.
- Household: Get the household workshop set up and, um, working.
That means organizing the garage and the downstairs kitchen. Do some
serious planning (as opposed to just reading blogs) toward the eventual
move-out into tiny houses.
Well, ... I'm not sure how to rate this one. A lot of organizing in the garage, to be sure. And the planning. Not the plan we expected to have, to be sure. But we have a plan.
To quote the song that has become another household anthem, "All the dreams that I had when we started, Have crumbled to dust in my hand."
Well, here's to an age that's departed,
And to pictures we drew in the sand.
All the dreams that I had when we started,
Have crumbled to dust in my hand.
Guess I'll pull a new map from my pocket
Never mind where the old ones have gone
And I'll look for a new road to follow
By the light of the Millennium's dawn
And we -- all of us together -- did. We found our new road. It looks kind of steep. OK, very steep. More next year, but the way forward involves selling the house, retiring, and moving. Hopefully in that order, because otherwise we can't afford it.
Wish us luck!