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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Christmas Cards

cards-2052053_1920Today I filled out 18 Christmas cards. My hand hates me.  I don’t usually do that much writing by hand. I type because it is easier on the joints. I am proud of those 18 cards. I filled out addresses and applied stamps and everything. The next step is to actually get them mailed. It only took me two and a half weeks to get this far, maybe I manage to get the cards out in time for Chrismas.

Though my hand is complaining about filling out 18 cards I am certainly glad it wasn’t 18 letters. About a hundred and seventy-five years ago, Christmas letters were what you sent instead of cards. It is all thanks to one guy in England that really didn’t feel like writing a ton of letters to all his kith and kin, that we have Christmas cards at all. This enterprising fellow instead had an artist draw a festive season sketch with the words Merry Christmas and Happy New Year already written on it. Then he had the thing copied and sent those out instead of the traditional Christmas letter.  It took a while before they caught on and someone realized there was money to be made.goblet-3564507_1920

Now, Christmas cards are a tradition that many embrace, though sending a card through the mail has become a bit old fashioned, much like Christmas letters. Now we send a Merry Christmas text message or a mass greeting on facebook. However, I like to still send cards when I can.

I think when you take time to sit down and actually scribble out a sentence or two, or even just “Merry Christmas” in a card and then actually mail it to a person it shows that the person you sent the card to matters to you. It is certainly easier and cheaper to text or email. Stamps are ten dollars for a book of twenty and the cards cost money too. Then there is the time spent digging up actual mailing addresses and trying to produce writing that is legible enough that another human can read it. Christmas cards take effort. If you put forth effort for something like that it is because you care for the person receiving it. It’s like sending a long distance hug.

Maybe other people don’t see it like that. Maybe that is just my point of view. However, I am still thrilled by every card I receive and I hang them on the back of the front door where I can easily see them. I hope that people that receive cards from me feel the love I shove into the envelope along with the brightly pictured piece of cardboard.

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The last day of 2014 and the first breath of a New Year.

I didn’t sleep the last twenty four hours of 2014. I did work half of it though. I also wrote one new short story and plotted another. All considered, it wasn’t really a bad way to spend the last day of the year.  My kids came home from their dad’s house and we sat on the couch together this afternoon watching Myth Busters.  At 15 minutes until midnight we changed the channel so we could watch the ball drop in Time’s Square and witness the birth of 2015.

Now we are taking our first steps into the New Year. Well, not physical steps. The kids and I are chowing down on pizza and watching cartoons. I guess that is not the healthiest start but we are all together. I hope being close with my kids and sharing moments is something that continues throughout the year.

I can’t predict how this year will go but I do hope to spend my time more wisely. I hope to not be as wasteful with my minutes and hours. I hope to laugh and share joys. I hope tears are short lived unless they are from happiness.

*Raises Glass*

Here is to a brand New Year, may we reach worthy goals and share our happiness so that it is multiplied among those we hold dear.

happy new year