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


Burnt Toast

I slept in this morning.  It was wonderful.  I haven’t done it in a long time.  I awoke refreshed and content with life and decided it was a good day for cinnamon toast.   My daughter hates cinnamon, but she spent the night at a friend’s house so it was just me and my son this morning.  A perfect cinnamon toast day.

I thought I would even go the extra mile and make it in the oven…  The thing is I am easily distracted.  If I don’t set a timer then I will often forget about things in the oven.  This morning I forgot to set a timer.  I remembered about the time the smell of burned bread and cinnamon reached my nose.  So I grabbed an oven mitt and tossed the burned toast out of the kitchen door and discovered it is a beautiful morning.

The sun was still new in the sky and the grass is bright green and covered in purple clover flowers.  And best of all, it isn’t cold!  The air is a little cool but pleasantly so.  This means I can sit on my front porch and enjoy an nice cup of tea…and some cinnamon toast, only this time I am cheating and using the toaster.