Part of the Plan

We lost Dan Fogelberg to prostate cancer on 16 December.

Photo by: Henry Diltz

I have these moments all steady and strong

I’m feeling so holy and humble

The next thing I know I’m all worried and weak

And I feel myself starting to crumble

—Dan Fogelberg

I know that doesn’t seem like an uplifting way to start a post about a party, but New Year’s is all about mortality and rebirth—isn’t it?

So—we went to a New Year’s Eve party at the church president's house. CP is a very nice woman from Maine, and this bash is one of her annual events. We showed up late, and I was ready to leave about an hour later. I’m really not one for this kind of thing. Growing up, I was always in the band. So I am much more comfortable with some degree of control when in a crowded environment. Noise just adds to the out-of-control feeling.

But Suna was having a good time catching up with people she had not seen in a while. I had fun eating too much and drinking the non-alcoholic punch. We kept deciding to stay just a little longer, and it eventually ended up being midnight.

Everybody liked my New Year’s resolution. It sets a really low expectation, and nobody can really stay mad at me if I don’t keep it.

• Not to die this year

So you see: it’s all part of the plan.