29 December 2016
We'll Take a Cup of Kindness Yet ...
For this week's Think Write Thursday, Carole and Kat asked us to write about New Year's Eve - like or not? Celebrate or not? Musings?
I'm one of those people who enjoys New Year's Eve. The only time I haven't enjoyed it was the year in high school when I babysat for a couple on New Year's Eve. First of all, I wasn't really into babysitting. Secondly, they didn't get home until 3:00 a.m. and then they were still drunk. Fortunately, I lived two blocks away so I didn't have to be driven home.
But I digress.
I've never been one for big parties, though I would have liked going to New Year's Eve in Times Square before that got ruined by TV "events." Growing up, my parents were either home and had people over to play cards, or they went to friends' homes to do the same. I used to like staying up and watching the ball drop, and thinking "Wow, it's another year." I have to admit that the idea still kinda amazes me.
But our New Year's Eve is lovely, if what others might think of as boring. The Tim usually has to work, but fortunately the bookstore closes about 6 p.m. So we usually go out to dinner somewhere in the neighborhood, and then come home for the rest of the evening. Around 10:30, we get the treats ready - always a Christmas cheeseball, often some steamed shrimp, and whatever else appeals at the time - and the champagne. At about 11:55, we toast away the old year. Then we watch the ball drop, have our little family "Happy New Year" exclamations and kisses, and have more champagne.
And we are generally in bed no later than 12:30 a.m.
New Year's Eve does make me nostalgic, though. I miss family members, places, and things. I feel sad that another year has passed and will never be again.
But in the end, if I am able to celebrate New Year's Eve and New Year's, it means I've made it. And though every year has it's goods, bad, and uglies, I'd still rather be here than not.