Another year bites the dust--almost. Gathered with friends--Sylvia, Nancy, Joan, Jim...artists all--for an early year end luncheon at Cafe a la C'art in Tucson. Joan had extra cause to celebrate: three paintings sold while out of town over Christmas. Yahoo! Sylvia is a playwright; Nancy, a fabric artist; Jim works in metal mostly, and I, of course, sculpt with words. It was a grand way to usher out 2007 and look forward to 2008. As for New Year's Eve itself, it will likely be a quiet one at home as I hesitate to be out on the roads--especially with my eyesight. The retina reattachment in my sighted eye doesn't seem to have taken, so the first two weeks of '08 will be blurry and spent at one specialist or another having things re-reattached, stitched together, and/or fabricated anew. The blind eye is as healthy as ever; it just doesn't see. Once upon a time way back when, I remember wishing for the day when I'd be old. Well, as I rapidly approach that milestone, let me just say it isn't what it's cracked up to be--although I guess it beats the alternative, to paraphrase many.