January (7 posts): The most interesting thing about January’s posts is that I could almost have written them this year. I still have the same set of concerns (bird flu, my cognitive health, etc.). The difference is that I’ve achieved a certain level of detachment. The best post of the seven–a real bright spot–is the one about some things my kids said when they were little. Stories about them always cheer me up.
February (23 posts): The shortest month of the year turns out to have gotten the most posts. How unexpected. My favorites are Getting My Paws on Some Pawpaws (because it was a lovely day worth remembering) and Cake Stomach (because Livia is so wickedly funny).
March (6 posts): No standout posts, but a few standout ideas: “It’s time I finally told my Algebra Demon to fuck all the way off” (from Algebra Demon) and “Everything is hard at first, but hard work and persistence win out” (from Fixed, Finally).
April (2 posts): I wrote about the first violet of the season and the loss of our healthcare providers. What these posts make me think about now is how lucky we are. We are lucky to own our own home and to have the beauty of nature right outside the door. And though the healthcare system just keeps getting worse and worse, we’ve been managing to find doctors as we’ve needed them, and that’s more than everyone can say, sadly.
May (4 posts): The most interesting (and terrifying) thing that happened in May was the wildfire. Let’s hope we don’t get more of those.
June (6 posts): In Spring Cleaning I talked about the upcoming Book Liberation Day. That event happened later than hoped, but it did happen. All of our books have been liberated and all but a few are on shelves. We set aside a whole box of books to be given away, and I finally dropped that box off at the library earlier this year.
July (11 posts): In July, I enjoyed having a front yard full of clovers and a back yard full of swamp dewberries. I started walking more. For a while, I felt almost back to normal. I was walking, enjoying nature, and taking pictures, just like my old self. I wish I’d managed to keep all that up.
August (16 posts): I’m shocked to realize how long ago I broke my glasses. I still haven’t replaced them. In Looking for the Impossible, I talked about my hunt for a lake house. You do not want to know how much time I spent on Zillow last year. Some dreams die hard, or not at all. I had my 30-year work anniversary. How is that even possible? In Book Math, I thought about how many more books I might read, and the numbers were not reassuring. I still haven’t changed my reading habits, but I really should.
September (2 posts): One of September’s posts was an Ode to the Library (because libraries are awesome). The other was a list of thoughts and minor events from one particular week. Sometimes I think those sorts of posts are silly and hesitate to write them. But, looking at them in retrospect, I’m usually glad to have a snapshot of that time of my life, even if nothing major was going on.
October (16 posts): One of October’s posts makes me think that to-do lists should be tossed as soon as their term expires so that you can’t look back and say, “Oh, gosh. I still haven’t done that!” (I still haven’t gotten rid of the piles on my desk or had my celebratory birthday dinner–depressing). But the most important things happening in October were that I quit my music lessons and that my husband and I paid off our mortgage.
November (8 posts): The highlight of November was getting our back porch redone.
December (2 posts): December sucked. Let’s not rehash it.
I think I wrote just enough in 2025 to justify the continued existence of my blog. But there’s so much I didn’t talk about. I regret it now and will likely regret it more later. So many great memories lost. So many pieces missing from my life. So many records I wish I’d kept. So little to draw upon later.
If there’s any lesson to be learned from the collective posts of 2025, it’s this: write more!
