New Year's eve. The boys and girls want to go to Times Square and see the ball drop. Ho Hum. Boring. It's cold out there. You can't bring a backpack filled with something to eat and drink. It might contain a bomb. There are no bathrooms for the crowd. To get there, one has to take the train....two hours each way. At one time, I would have wanted to do this. Not any more. Such adventures are for the young.
I am in bed at 9PM, listening to the radio. Art Bell is taking predictions about the new year. People call in and make a prediction. Art reads the predictions from last year. Some of it came true. Most did not. It is a fun tradition. I listen every year, but have never called in.
It is morning. January 1, 2010. Funny to write a new date. I must be careful when I write out my first check of the year. Sometimes I get the date wrong...wrong year. My email is full of good wishes from friends far away...and some just next door. It is fun to read them. Then I think which other person would enjoy this missile? I forward them and delete the original. It takes a while to clear email.
Ordinary things take up my time. I make a new batch of file folders for my income tax records. They say 2010. The 1009 folders can't be put away just yet. There are tax documents coming in and some bills, too.
I get my checkbook out. The register is labeled 2009. It is put with the tax folders. A new check register is inserted in the folder. It says 2010. I am getting used to the new year. The next checks I write will be for paying property taxes. Darn government, but there is no getting away from paying property taxes.
Last chore for the switchover is to print out my blog for 2009. I read everything all over. Did all that stuff happen in just 12 months? I guess so. There is much more that did not get written about. If I write about the repairs to the beach house...the storm doors, electrical updates, the reader will think it took place in 2010, but this occurred in 2009. Too late to write about it.
Each page of my blog is printed out and placed in a three ring binder. I write 2009 on the cover of the binder. The new, empty binder says 2010.
Others are watching the parade or the football game. I feel like Bob Cratchit...clerking away the holiday.
I am in bed at 9PM, listening to the radio. Art Bell is taking predictions about the new year. People call in and make a prediction. Art reads the predictions from last year. Some of it came true. Most did not. It is a fun tradition. I listen every year, but have never called in.
It is morning. January 1, 2010. Funny to write a new date. I must be careful when I write out my first check of the year. Sometimes I get the date wrong...wrong year. My email is full of good wishes from friends far away...and some just next door. It is fun to read them. Then I think which other person would enjoy this missile? I forward them and delete the original. It takes a while to clear email.
Ordinary things take up my time. I make a new batch of file folders for my income tax records. They say 2010. The 1009 folders can't be put away just yet. There are tax documents coming in and some bills, too.
I get my checkbook out. The register is labeled 2009. It is put with the tax folders. A new check register is inserted in the folder. It says 2010. I am getting used to the new year. The next checks I write will be for paying property taxes. Darn government, but there is no getting away from paying property taxes.
Last chore for the switchover is to print out my blog for 2009. I read everything all over. Did all that stuff happen in just 12 months? I guess so. There is much more that did not get written about. If I write about the repairs to the beach house...the storm doors, electrical updates, the reader will think it took place in 2010, but this occurred in 2009. Too late to write about it.
Each page of my blog is printed out and placed in a three ring binder. I write 2009 on the cover of the binder. The new, empty binder says 2010.
Others are watching the parade or the football game. I feel like Bob Cratchit...clerking away the holiday.
posted by gardenbug at Friday, January 01, 2010
2 Comments:
Your experience was much like ours. Last year, we went down to the harbour bridge to see the amazing fireworks display on NYE. This year, with our friend away and no apartment to hang out in, Dan and I spent a quiet night at home. We barely stayed awake until midnight, and then we went to bed.
Ho Hum Another new year's eve. Another year starts. The old one is finished.
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