Many things can happen in a year: friends can be made, illnesses can develop and be treated, ideas are formed and new processes for creating our happiness and reaching our dreams are developed. I suppose in some way or another all of these things happened in the past year for me.
Yesterday we went to my father in law's surprise party. It was his 72nd birthday. I had a wonderful time both connecting with family I haven't seen in a while and with those I put off seeing. A year out from the cancer diagnosis I am able to experience exhilaration once again and remain present in the moment. I also realized last night that I have more feeling and sensation in the surgery area. I am blessed!
Welcome or welcome back to Kitchen Table Kibitzing, a community series that posts nightly at 5:00 Pacific, 6:00 Mountain, 7:00 Central, 8:00 Eastern. nomandates and I came up with the idea for this series during Netroots Nation 13.
As we envision it, KTK is a community for those who wish to share part of their evening around a virtual kitchen table with kossacks who are caring and supportive of one another. So bring your stories, jokes, photos, funny pics, music, interesting videos (hey, palantir!), and so forth. Or just say "Hi" if you've had a long day and are too exhausted to participate more actively. We would also appreciate links—including quotations—to diaries, news stories, and books that you think this community would appreciate.
Please note that pie fights will be unwelcome in this community, just as in most other series at DKos. There's lots of space at the rest of the site for fighting with other Democrats, progressives, and liberals, and we don't want those battles dragged into this series.
Finally, readers may notice that most who are posting diaries and comments in this series already know one another to some degree, but that definitely does not mean that newcomers will be excluded or unwelcome. We're happy to welcome guests to our kitchen table, and hope to make some new friends as well.
William Carlos Williams' famous ode to plums, "This Is Just To Say," which reads like a note posted on a refrigerator:
I have eaten
the plums
that were in
the icebox
and which
you were probably
saving
for breakfast
Forgive me
they were delicious
so sweet
and so cold