That's All, Folks
As the last thirteen minutes of this god-awful year tick by, I don't feel like guzzling champagne, making resolutions or shedding a tear for another one down. New Year's Eve tends to give me anxiety about how best to create some kind of artificial celebration of sorts. With a couple exceptions I have spent the last five or six ball drops on my own or in otherwise mellow situations. This last year I was among the throngs on the Thames watching fireworks, and look at how this year turned out for me. I don't believe in karma or symbolic celebrations leading to a lucky or successful year. Although I would probably have appreciated a litte company today, I don't see a problem with the night I chose, which involved vacuuming and sweeping, (Wow, Dick Clark can hardly speak! Random thought.) cooking tuna pasta, and watching my beloved Pirates of the Caribbean, part one of a three day marathon to conclude with the third installment (which I haven't seen), arriving Wednesday from Netflix.
And so I welcome a new year. I celebrate living (yes, literally) through 2007, and will raise a small glass of Jacob's Creek shiraz to the first seconds of 2008, and make a strong, if outwardly subtle, wish, and, yes, resolution, that this year will be one of opportunity, growth, and everything that makes life worth living.
Happy New Year!
And so I welcome a new year. I celebrate living (yes, literally) through 2007, and will raise a small glass of Jacob's Creek shiraz to the first seconds of 2008, and make a strong, if outwardly subtle, wish, and, yes, resolution, that this year will be one of opportunity, growth, and everything that makes life worth living.
Happy New Year!