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Remember last year's resolutions?

A time of reckoning

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[January 16, 2010]  "You know what we forgot to do?" Anita asked. Dud shook his head. "We forgot to dig out those promises we made to ourselves on New Year's last year."

"Right," Dud said. He was trying to remember what he'd written down as a promise to himself. Right after dinner is a bad time to be disappointed. "I can't remember where we put them," he said, picking up the Weekly Valley Miracle.

"They're in my desk, silly," Anita said, brightly. "I'll go get them."

Dud put the paper down and looked out the window at the snow where the lawn should be. He felt a little dread coming on. Not a big one, just a regular shrug-of-the-shoulders kind of dread. Do we always promise ourselves the moon and deliver a light bulb?

"Here we go," Anita said, tossing Dud's envelope in his lap. "You want me to read mine first?"

"You mean out loud?"

"Of course."

He grimaced and watched as she opened hers. "OK," she said. "I promised I'd learn to bake sourdough bread this year and I did. And I promised I'd join the Ladies Literary League and I did that. In May, I think. And I promised I'd straighten out the filing system down at the office. Took me until August, but I got that, too, Honey. OK. Your turn."

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Dud opened the envelope. He unfolded the paper carefully.

"Do I have to read all of them? You sure? Well, I promised to memorize the 'Julida Polka' on my accordion."

"And you did."

"Yes. Yes I did. And I promised to build that birdhouse by the window."

"Yep. There's No. 2."

He sat quietly. "Well, Honey, I promised myself I'd finish writing that murder mystery. You know... 'Murder in the Soggy Bottoms'?"

"'The Duchess and the Truck Driver'? Sure."

"I'm nowhere near getting that thing done."

"Some people take years to write books. I read the other day it took Max Evans more than 30 years to write 'Bluefeather Fellini.'"

Dud smiled sadly, and nodded. "That's true, I guess."

Yes, he thought, but this book of mine isn't "Bluefeather Fellini." Maybe by next year.

[Text from file received from Slim Randles]

Brought to you by "Raven's Prey," Slim Randles' thriller set in the Alaska bush. See it at www.slimrandles.com.

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