It is hard to believe that (at this moment) 2015 is winding down and 2016 is about to begin.
I remember for many years there was always a depiction of a baby getting ready for the year, sometimes as an old man crept out the other side of the image – the old year leaving for the new year. I didn’t like the ones I found, but this one makes me smile.
My family always sat up together to watch the ball drop in Times Square, and we would sip a glass of champagne or, sometimes, Cold Duck, which we kids liked a little better. Grandparents would get misty, I would get sleepy…
On New Years eve 1999 (turning to the year 2000) we all got together and watched New Years all over the world. It was wonderful, though there was a video of a Jordanian baptism that just wouldn’t stop.
“And now we take you to Paris!”
And the baptism would show again. We all began chuckling. Everyone looked happy, we were happy, it was all good.
So what am I doing?
Well, I’ll be sipping Perrier-Jouet Grand Brut, whichI received as a Christmas gift. I’m always happy to drink Champagne.
It’s a happy drink. I remember one summer where a burgeoning case of depression (job woes, employers moving, ailing loed ones) was nipped in the bud with a glass of champagne drunk with family.
I’ll probably be sitting and watching the fire with a cat on my lap. My money is on Little Miss Mess, a/k/a Frida, who has appeared in this blog a time or two. She’s peppery, sweet and very affectionate. Unlike a long departed darling, she does not like Champagne, so there will be more for me.
…and maybe I’ll break out my current work in progress and pick away at it.
Tomorrow, early, I drive to my mother’s to spend the weekend.
I hope you’ll all be with those you love, who love you.
And I’m ending with something pretty to look at: