I recall New Years Eves of the past, like 1979-to-1980 and 1989-to-1990, which seemed like huge and exciting milestones at the time. Something about those years with numbers beginning with 19 made 12-31 feel monumental. The countdown to the new millennium - and a new pair of preceding digits. Now that we're here in this century, ("the aughts") the end of a decade feels quite undramatic. The celebration of it seems even a tad superfluous. Why is that? Yeah, so we had some new distractions like iPads, Teabaggers, The BP Oil Geyser, Lady Gaga, Haiti and WikiLeaks, understandably 2010 wasn't a very pleasant year for a whole lot of people. In my opinion, 2010 won't be missed much and may even earn a place in history as being a remarkably depressing end-note to the first decade of the 21st century.
The local/home environment that I'm taking care of, known as "The Pavilion," has witnessed an interesting year as well. It began with D.T. overseeing the removal of the two massive pine trees on the property (previous pictures) and the subsequently huge job of cutting, disposing of and storing all of the timber the tree service laborers had left behind. At the time of this writing, I can finally say that most of the timber has been spoken for, although there remains a lot of cutting, stacking and storing to do. The tree removal is still the biggest (ongoing) 2010 story here.
Ponderso limbs finally gone!Given that this winter is likely to be wilder than usual, I'm very grateful in knowing that there are two less potentially destructive problems to worry about...
