Good Riddance 2012!
Originally published at magependragon.co.za .
Monday - 31 December 2012
Today is the last Monday of the year. It's also the last day of the year. It feels kinda weird, like years shouldn't end on Mondays and that this one flew past way too quickly. We always say that but with all the changes this year brought into my life, particularly how it appeared to just cram in everything it could get into the last few months of the year like a tourist does when they sense the end of their holiday rapidly approaching, it does all feel a little rushed when I look back over it.
Doing normal Monday-ish things, Mom and I brave the roads to fetch my meds and stock up on groceries. Blouberg beach is packed if the chaotic traffic around Bayside Mall is any indication. We shop quickly and retreat home. Soon the tourists will depart northward and the world will return to normal down here by the seaside. We always ask visiting friends, "So when you moving to Cape Town?" On days like today, I'm a little glad that everyone-and-his-aunty hasn't made the move to Cape Town.
My taste buds are hinky. Normally I adore avo, can't eat enough of the stuff. Today, not a chance. Tastes kinda soapy and ick. I was warned my sense of taste could change. I had hoped it wouldn't. Food does bring me such comfort and happiness. I do seem to have a craving for minty things though ... Food for thought.
I nap during the afternoon while Nicole and Bronwyn battle through a comedy of errors relating to Bronwyn's sister's alarm. It's New Year's Eve, as long as they arrived before Old Year's Night becomes New Year's Day alls good. Even if they didn't make, I would've known they'd tried.
By the time they do arrive the wind has picked up so much that none of us are particularly interested in being sandblasted while watching fireworks on the beach. We stay in, watch The Hangover II and talk. They'll be staying over so that the hooligans on the road have one less car to hit tonight on their way home.
My spidey sense tingles as Midnight draws near, we pause the movie to frantically find an SABC channel on DSTV for a countdown, glasses for faux-bubbly and open said bottle of faux-bubbly. (Not faux-JC and definitely more like fizzy grape juice than I'd hoped.)Glasses handed out, the count down going in the background, we crowd in the enclosed balcony awaiting the new year and fireworks.
3 ... 2 ... 1 ... HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!
We clink glasses, hug tight, hope for a better 2013 and watch the fireworks display. We're in the right spot to see it. On the beach would have been a waste with the wind and the angle, being slightly up allows us to see past some of the docks that would otherwise have blocked out view. Only afterwards do we find out that we could have stowed away on the tugboat B's David was working on tonight but I wouldn't have wanted to be out in this wind. I don't even know if I have calm weather sea legs!
We finish the movie and head to bed. It was a good evening and one of my better NYEs too.
PS: I suppose this is a little late but it would do good to remember it in the year ahead too. (When you start drinking again of course. *wink* )
