tHIS WAS THE BEGINNING OF MY LAST, FINAL BLOG BUT GOING THROUGH MY FILES i CAME ACROSS AN OLD JOLLY cHRISTMAS LETTER i THOUGHT i’D SHARE FIRST:

“i LET MY PSYCHOLOGY LICENSE LAPSE OVER A YEAR AGO AND PROBABLY A GOOD THING, TOO, BECAUSE I’ve become somewhat sharp-tongued, judging from those who run (away) when they see me. (JUST JOKING, you dumbass!) Fortunately I’m only sending this card to friends and, I hope, Democrats!

Due to the state of the economy, my no longer being a psychologist and my disintegrating personality, I don’t want to spend more money on color photographs for this newsletter. Besides, I have so many children and grandchildren that I can’t display one without all the others…But there’s just one me, and i CAN BE IN BLACK AND WHITE! iN FACT, the effect is better that way, for me on the ventilator…

O it’s always “me, me, me!” I want to dialogue with you, you, you! We communicate (most) Christmases, and then it’s a year before a response comes or goes. I have to say that my own sporadic search for “the meaning of it all” is just that, sporadic. I now carry a martyred cow’s valve in my aorta, and for awhile there I was going to become the person I was “meant to be” before reality rubbed my nose in its face–or its nose in my face. (Closing with a cartoon I still don’t recall how to copy but of which I write was stolen from this week’s New Yorker pretty well describes my continuing dilemma as a backsliding religious atheist…)

I want to leave a little space for a personal salutation, so I’ll sign off for this year, still riding the joyous wave of Obama’s win. Happy holidays.*

*You really aren’t a dumb ass. I WAS joking. You’re a wonderful friend whom I love.

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