Go ahead - try to fight the "awww." You won't be able to do it. I effing LOVE this image. I'm not sure who deserves to be credited for this as I stumbled across the picture on the web one day, but this is far more priceless than any Mastercard commercial.
Proof positive that any monkey could use a good hug - even cross-species ones.
Happy New Year!
Like any other jaded Las Vegas resident, I did not party on The Strip last night. I didn’t even party with friends in the privacy of my home. I did, however, party with a few cardboard boxes and several bags of donations for Goodwill. I chose to celebrate the coming of the new year in a muted and personal manner. I spent the evening leading up to 2009 sorting out the last twelve years of my life. Sounds pretty boring in type. I should probably clarify so as to not sound like a total dud.
I am gearing up to move – move out, move on and move forward in my life. I am trying to shake off this desert dirt that has had me in an awful funk lately and start anew in greener territory. I spent most of this week preparing my house for the renters’ market. Like everyone else here, I am knee-deep in the stinky porridge of Vegas housing woes. In order to relieve myself of my house while still maintaining some sort of credit, my best bet is to take a gamble on a renter. As of today, my home is up for rent and I am keeping all of my digits thoroughly crossed. Here’s hoping I might beat some odds here in Vegas before I leave.
So my celebration yesterday consisted of a hefty amount of cleaning, sorting, recycling and hoping. I packed up some good memories, tossed out unpleasant reminders and readied myself for bigger and better moments to come. I did enjoy a cocktail or two in the process – the evening wasn’t totally wasted on the practical.
Cocktails be damned, I am awake – wide awake. It’s that good sort of wakefulness where, though physically spent, you find yourself inexplicably refreshed, revitalized and ready to take on new challenges. I am eager and excited, nervous and anxious, hopeful and impatient all at once. The thrill of the move and the prospects of starting fresh in a new place hadn’t really sunken in until now, I suppose. It’s a pretty amazing rush, this hope business… I may have to start recommending such life-reboots to anyone who is knee-deep in nothing.
On a sad note (for me at least), I had to give up my pet fish in preparation for the move. I dropped them off Tuesday afternoon and was already missing them that evening. Yes, I’m well aware of how sappy and ridiculous that sounds. But these weren’t just any fish. My largest one was well over a foot in length and had twice the attitude – if you can believe such a thing is possible in a gilled creature. I shared my home with those guys for three years and, as I do with pretty much any animal that happens to blink in my vicinity, I allowed myself to get completely attached to them. So, yuk it up; I feel no shame in admitting I miss my finned friends. Here’s hoping they find a great new home this coming year. (And that I do, too.)
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