I'm not sure I'm ready for it to be a new year. There's so many things that I had wanted to get done that I just didn't seem to get around to this year.
You know how everyone resolves to do certain things in the new year; do them better, or just do them at all.
Some common ones are things like quitting smoking, getting on a diet or starting an exercise regimen. Most of them have to do with being better people. Some just have to do with not being such a pain to others.
Last year, I didn't resolve to do anything specific but I had a couple of things in mind that I thought I would be able to do sometime this year. Most of them didn't quite happen.
*I was going to move into a cheaper apartment, one maybe closer to work. But moving is a big pain and usually pretty expensive. Besides, I like where I live. There are good restaurants and a theater nearby.
*I was going to figure out why it is that when you get a haircut at one of these new, trendy salons, they don't shave your neck like they do when you go to a barber shop and get someone wearing plaid to cut your hair. You know the kind, where they have a machine that spits out hot foam and they have combs in that blue liquid that looks like mouthwash.
*I was going to go on vacation somewhere outside the state by myself and do something I had never done before. I don't think I was ever really sure what exactly that was or where I planned to go, but I was sure I would know it when I got there and did it.
*I was going to read more books -- all the way through. This year, I started reading at least five books and only got through about three. That may not sound like a lot but I read a lot of newspaper and magazine copy.
*I was going to find out why it is that cashiers always put the change on top of the bills after you buy something. One would think people who handle money all the time would have experienced an incident or two in which the change slipped off the bills into the customer's hands and onto the floor, generating at least one red face. But I never asked; I just quietly crumpled the bills around the change and shoved it all in my pocket.
*I was going to ask someone why it is that they insist on driving 40 mph in the fast lane and 60 mph in the slow lane. But I passed the guy in the fast lane, and I couldn't catch up to the guy in the slow lane.
*I was going to figure out why no one scrapes the lint out of the lint trap at the Laundromat. I've wondered sometimes if there was an unwritten rule that the guy using the dryer scrapes the last guy's lint out of the trap and then the guy after him does the same. But somehow I doubt it.
*I also wanted to figure out how I could put a drum set in my apartment without angering my neighbors. But that may have to wait until next year.
*Before the year was done, I was going to go to another play, or musical or ballet in Atlanta. You know, do something cultural. But I didn't.
There were a lot of things I wish I'd done this year. And, if I had only tried a little harder, I might have been able to. I'm a little nervous about next year and all of the other things I won't do. After all, I've only got 366 days left before I start thinking about all the things I haven't done by this time next year.
Michael Davis covers government for the Daily Herald. His column appears on Fridays. He can be reached at (770) 957-9161 or via e-mail at firstname.lastname@example.org .