New Years Eve

new-year-3727341_1920It is a couple hours from the old year dying and the new one born. Already the sound of fireworks echo through my neighborhood but my house is quiet. My son, who has ASD, is currently building some sort of game on his computer with his headphones on. Fortunately, this muffles the fireworks and they aren’t as bad as they are on Independence Day.

My youngest child is building games, my eldest is off visited their significate other in another state, and I am writing. My family is content. What better wish for the coming year than we all experience more quiet content moments like this? I may not be celebrating the coming year attending a big party or drinking the night away but those types of things don’t really suit me anyway.

Today at work someone asked me if I planned on going out tonight. I laughed when I said no. They wanted to know why and my immediate answer was “I don’t like people.” The expression I received told me I had been a bit too blunt and honest so I joked around a bit to smooth things over. It is more accurate to say I don’t like being closed in by large groups of strangers. Sure, I have friends or extended family I could be spending time with now; but after 9 hours of talking to strangers and coworkers then another hour fighting the crowds at the grocery store, I have reached my socializing limit even for New Year’s Eve,

It is important to enjoy life. There are times that call for big celebrations or parties. New Year’s Eve can be one of those moments. Yet the quiet moments are important too. Balance is good in all things. If you press too hard one way or the other you can upset the whole metaphorical cart.

So from me in my lovely quiet space to you reading this, no matter where you are, I hope pf-3827440_1920this New Year brings you many moments to enjoy both big and small, quiet and loud. May it be a good year for us all.

 

 

Auld Lang Syne

By Robert Burns

Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
and never brought to mind?
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
and auld lang syne*?

CHORUS:
For auld lang syne, my jo,
for auld lang syne,
we’ll tak’ a cup o’ kindness yet,
for auld lang syne.

And surely ye’ll be your pint-stoup!
and surely I’ll be mine!
And we’ll tak’ a cup o’ kindness yet,
for auld lang syne.

CHORUS

We twa hae run about the braes,
and pou’d the gowans fine;
But we’ve wander’d mony a weary fit,
sin’ auld lang syne.

CHORUS

We twa hae paidl’d in the burn,
frae morning sun till dine;
But seas between us braid hae roar’d
sin’ auld lang syne.

CHORUS

And there’s a hand, my trusty fiere!
and gie’s a hand o’ thine!
And we’ll tak’ a right gude-willie waught,
for auld lang syne.

CHORUS
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