end of year list

Who doesn’t love an end-of-year list? Since my recovery from back surgery feels like it’s been taking about a year, I’ve compiled a list of my top 15 discoveries.

    1. I talk to myself. A lot. And, I mean a lot.
    2. I have an amazingly gracious and generous pile of family and friends.
    3. I am terrible about writing thank you notes. 
    4. I am not very good at taking showers every day.
    5. Groom is very good about not mentioning that I’m not very good at taking showers every day.
    6. Reality television is vapid, insipid, and vitriolic.
    7. I love reality television.
    8. I do not have a single female friend resembling any of the Real Housewives.
    9. I like to spend my spare time thinking of celebrity doppelgangers for my friends. If you are reading this and we are friends, it’s very likely I have come up with a doppelganger for you.
    10. My celebrity doppelganger is either Jane Curtin or Dianne Wiest.
    11. I have a sit-in-bed shelf life of about seven days before I cannot watch another television show or movie, and I can no longer sit quietly and read a novel.
    12. But, graphic novels are always awesome. 
    13. I will sit and watch just about anything on YouTube
    14. Parker Posey is excellent in everything she does. 
    15. I love Jennifer Lawrence.

      The scar on my neck is healing up nicely and isn’t nearly as badass as I had hoped. I head into my post-op follow-up tomorrow and I’m hoping Dr. Nice says something like, “Your recovery is miraculous! You can go back to work full-time! I hear Sunday River has gotten over a foot of new snow this week! Go skiing any time you want! Now get out of here, you scamp!” (And, yes, I now have him messing up my hair by rubbing the top of my head.)

      What he’s likely to say is, “Hmmmm….things look pretty good here. You’re feeling okay? Okay. Well. Great. Let’s stay on this. Give us a call if you experience any new pain or symptoms. NEXT!”

      And I will leave the office, get in my car, pull onto the highway, think about the doctor’s appointment, and punch the steering wheel because I forgot to ask when I can start working out again. 

      Heh-heh. That’s ridiculous. I won’t forget to ask.

      Bonus track:
         16. I have indicated otherwise, but I am not looking forward to working out again. 

      Sarah Devlin

      About Sarah Devlin

      Sarah Devlin has been writing about the recreational industry since the late ’90s but ironically can’t run, swim, or bike a mile.