Year-end reviews take so much time and work, and most people just gloss over them, so this year Im just hitting on a very select few posts, and posting them in just two entries, the first of which is this, with each one covering six months of time. If you really want to see more, scroll to the bottom of the page and click on the Archives to select the month you’d like to view. Not sure who wants to recall the days of 2021, any more than we want to recount the calamity that was 2020. At any rate, here we are, ending 2021 on a rushed let’s-get-this-done-with note, the same way I feel about New Year’s Eve for the most part, and here we go ~ rewind to a year ago, when the madness all began again…
January 2021: Which began on this relatively quiet note. We somehow knew what might be in store for the year.
Roses in January were an exquisite treat, whether they appeared during the day, or revealed their enchantment in the evening.
Our country was attacked by our own domestic terrorists – the Trump-loving MAGA degenerates – and the majority of people seem to want to let it all go.
Feeding myself a slice of humble pie and embracing the long-overdue realization that perfection is impossible.
The concept of hygge became a brief obsession, one that warmed the winter in ways that shall continue this year.
This Buddha’s tree joined our family at the start of the year. (Today, it’s approaching a foot an half tall.)
February 2021: Which found some of us embracing Friday night flute mindfulness.
A flan for February and a lady in red. A song fit for Valentine’s Day and acting all sorts of crazy. Because, well, ‘tis the damn season.
A Lenten beginning as I continued on a journey toward light and awareness.
Perhaps the biggest news in these parts was the end of the Hunk of the Day feature and the start of the Dazzler of the Day. I love alliteration even more than shirtless men so this was a good switch.
Fuck the sourdough starter bullshit.
Rediscovering the way back home.
March 2021: Which we got through by channeling Hollywood glamour in black and white.
A blanket I’ve been crocheting since 1986… no lie.
A new reality a full year later.
Beginning the way back home again.
April 2021: Which began with an ever-elusive happy ending.
Portrait of a lady for a gentleman in the form of a fragrance.
A delayed Easter outside with the family.
No longer so haunted by my jury experience, I still recall it vividly.
The Korean Victorian home where we spent our happiest childhood holidays.
New friends silver, old friends gold.
May 2021: Which marked Asian American – Pacific Islander Month, the season of Gatsby, and our 11th wedding anniversary.
A very happy recap that included our Boston Wedding Anniversary.
Let’s get unconscious honey: the Madonna Timeline tackled the brilliance of ‘Bedtime Story.’
An unexpectedly-emotionally-tumultuous visit to Boston was filled with whimsy and mysterious enchantment, and while it held no happy ending, it was not entirely without hope.
June 2021: Which found us celebrating Pride Month and creating the absolute summer place to be with this Scandic-Inspired attic loft space.
What a difference a branch makes.
Starting summer early, right where the boys are.
A Saratoga movie/lunch date with the twins.
Stalling and savoring in service of a proper write-up, this time of our return to the Boston BroSox Adventure, which came amid the madness of Mercury in retrograde, and boy did it rip.
A summer escapist song: San Remo.
{For the remainder of the days, come back this afternoon for the second part of the 2021 Year in Review.}
