The Box

 I am not the originator of the Suck Box. However I enjoy the idea.

One of the first things to do is to find the proper box. What size will it be?

Select scraps of paper or cut some pieces for yourself of any ol' size and color.
Start to write items on it.
You might find that the tiny box works for you.

Or you can ask some friends to email their Suck Items and start to fill a larger box.

I prefer a large marker to write with. 
Isolation.
Distancing.
No family visits.
Funerals.
Covid.
Hospitals.
.....

I'm thinking you can figure out the rest. When your box is all prepared ... Light 'er up and stand back.
I'm thinking to do this on New Year's Eve.

Or?

I could choose the box on the left. Chillable Red Wine. Yeah. 

The red wine box was left on a stump in my yard with some milk by my neighbor.

I think I am forever grateful to have good people on our tiny rural ridge.

Now to find some things to make sure that box really goes off!

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And if you are all wondering. We had a wonderfully peaceful day. 

Out with the...old year...

I generally don't get too excited about New Year's Eve or the coming of the New Year. I got over that when I was a kid. My folks let me stay up and watch the programming on TV. 
As I got older the appeal of just watching the event on TV got old and I went out to a party.

That was just as much a bummer. I recall calling my father to tell him my date had too much to drink and so had I. We were only blocks away and dad came and took me home. 
I think that was my last Party like that. 

I think I stayed up a few times with my own kids, and probably a few times just to watch the clock to see if I felt different at all.
I didn't.

Now? It doesn't really matter. Each year has brought some sort of new challenge.
I don't remember the past three years for all the incredible things that happened. But for those years labeled as. 2015, the year of cancer. 2016, remodeling [that was a great year], 2017, the year of the stroke.
2018, the year of The Depression, and the year to learn about Pulmonary Emboli. [Oh and MIL's hospitalization and learning about dementia and elder care]

It wasn't all that horrid. But I could do with my son's idea from years ago. The Suck Box.
So I'm going to write what Sucked about 2018. I'm going to put it in the Suck Box and burn it. I'd do it at midnight, but we are under a weather advisory with sleet/ice/snow. Perhaps the Suck Box will burn today instead.

2019.
Will you be kinder to those around me?

I guess we will wait and see.