- Goodbye and good riddance. This has not been one of my favorite years, with burglary, death, and generally depressing things far too commonplace.
- On the other hand, I am enjoying the new job I got, officially, last January. And...let's see, there should be something else good here... (Editor, please add something warm and cheery here...thanks!)
- In 2013 we have a Disney Cruise to look forward to. I've already got seven books piled up on my reading table, ready to go with us. I plan to sit. Yes, I will explore places I've never seen before, but I also plan to just...ahhh...
- Last night we were up late; tonight we're up late; by 6:45am Wednesday the boy needs to be rested and out the door for school to resume. Who came up with this schedule?
- The older I get, the less New Year's means to me. Or, perhaps more accurately, the more melancholy I get about the whole turning-the-calendar exercise. As Lou commented recently, each year it's getting harder and harder to pretend I still have half my life or more in front of me.
- Who had the idea to make shrimp a part of New Year's Eve? Is it because they used to be so fancy and decadent? On the same rant: why did the Pennsylvania Dutch decide it had to be pork served on New Year's Day? Apart from some bacon at breakfast tomorrow I don't plan a giant pork menu.
- Say what you will, I still miss Pat Summerall calling the Cotton Bowl games...that was always something that meant "New Year's" to me. Somehow I don't miss Dick Clark quite the same. Guess if I were part of the "Bandstand" generation it might have meant more.
Whatever 2013 holds, may it be a better and brighter year for us all, and may God preserve us all until we can bid it farewell also.
