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Show 1 JCest la vie! T By JANIS STUART fc jij,. . i .t ! m-mm So long, farewell, au revoir, good-bye The best way to start the new year is by saying good-bye to the old. There are a few things I'll be glad to see go. The first thing I want to say good-bye to is that man-eating pin cushion in the comer of my front room. At one time it was a lovely Christmas tree. It smelled wonderfulfor wonder-fulfor two days-before the needles started dropping to the floor. This is the time of year I try to point out how easy it would be to take down an artificial tree. However, there is never anyone around when I'm doing the cleanup clean-up so no one hears my pleas. Everyone was around when it was time to pick the tree, with comments com-ments like, "Real trees are the true spirit of Christmas." That's great. Kill a tree in the spirit of Christmas. I'd also like to say good-bye to that shiny silver tinsel I insist on using us-ing each year. Unfortunately, I fear it will still be around next June. That stuff hides in comers, under couches, and I swear it climbs into heat vents to avoid being vacuumed up. Then, in the summer when you least expect it, it crawls out and lies on the carpet People enter your home and think you haven't cleaned since last Christmas. Going a little further back into 1989, I'm happy to say good-bye to that vacation that was supposed to be a week of fun in the sun in Florida. Instead, it turned out to be a week of explaining why we couldn't afford all of the dollar-a-whack pop we needed at Disney World. I must say in the kids' defense, they were so thirsty in the baking sun they would have drunk water. Of course, there was none to be found. I am thrilled to say good-bye to my son's paper route. That means saying good-bye to getting up at the inhuman hour of 5 a.m. Not only are the Clipper carriers who deliver the paper so efficiently to be congratulated, con-gratulated, so are their moms and dads. When they say good-bye to this world, they have earned bonus points wherever they end up. Going back to Easter of last year, I'm glad to say good-bye to those awful chocolate eggs with the yellow creamy centers. The eggs arc expensive and the ads for them are cute, so they should be good. A raw egg with a real yolk center would taste better. I couldn't be happier to be saying good-bye to the awful New Year's resolutions I made last January. I gave up trying to keep them by the middle of February, but the guilt hung on all year. On the downside of saying goodbye good-bye is the saying good-bye to another an-other year, good-bye to another decade and good-bye to dreams and plans that fell by the wayside. It's hard to believe one could go for a full decade and never keep one New Year's resolution. It could really get depressing if one thought about all of the things meant to be done, but time slipped away, like sending a card to grandma grand-ma or taking cookies to the new neighbors. I guess that is why mother nature so cleverly arranged the calendar to give us not only new years for fresh starts but also new decades so we can make elaborate plans for the future and perhaps actually ac-tually complete them. One last item needs to be taken care of. But instead of saying goodbye, good-bye, we at the Clipper want to say farewell to our dear publisher, John Stahle. His passing brings the end of an era in newspaper publishing. May he find peace and comfort It's time to say hello to the 1990s. I've got some great New Year's resolutions made, and it's never too early to start planning summer vacation. Here's hoping the 90s bring br-ing us all our best decade ever. |