Happy 2006! Oh, wait, I mean...
Good thing I don't write a lot of checks.
Anyway, the clock made a noise and then so did my neighborhood. There was a lot of screaming and fireworks and it seemed like less gunplay than is normal around here. Really a lot of shouting and screaming. It sounded like a riot for a couple of minutes, and then calmed down.
And I was worried that I'd forget to notice when the new year started.
Craig came by and we watched a lot of episodes of My Name is Earl and ate some delicious Pizza Metro pizza. I suppose My Name is Earl is appropriate for a holiday where some folks make lists and think about trying to change their lives.
Like pretty much all New Year's Eves I can recall, this one didn't have any deep magic about it. A year isn't a real thing anyway, so it's just a change in our classification. And a good time to reflect on the time that has passed and make plans for the time ahead.
And that can be a good thing.
In 2006 I started this blog, went to England, wrote a bad novel and did or tried many other things designed to keep me moving forward in life. 2007 should see some of these themes repeated for me.
And what about you, Blogreader? What springs to mind as you throw away your old calendar and put up a new one?
6 comments:
Well, first I have to actually acquire a new calendar. Goodness, I'm already starting this year off on the wrong foot by not being prepared with twelve more months of sizzling hot Orlando Bloom photos.
Liz: Um.
CC: I think they prefer to be called "Germans."
I haven't got a calendar yet either.
I'll be very sorry to say goodbye to my 2006 though. It had a different picture of Rod Stewart every month. What more could anyone ever want from life?
I'll tell you what. Funky Cats.
(That is the title of the 2007 calendar I saw on sale at half price in a shop yesterday and have decided to go and buy tomorrow.)
Funky Cats of the feline, not jazz, variety, btw.
What can I say, my husband got it for me. Believe me, twelve months of Orlando Bloom isn't such a bad thing.
Happy New Year, Moon Topples. As to whatever springs to mind? I suffer from "want not" since the sweetest take me home puppies and Hannah Montana calendars have been ordered by the calendar mafia of my house...
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