A brand new year. I like New Years. I like the feeling of having a new beginning, a chance to start over, a clean sheet of fresh white paper on which I can write whatever I want. I feel optimistic, hopeful, that good things are in store. I'm anxious to discover what blessings may lie ahead.
We were in Pa. last year for New Year's Eve, so last night was our first here in SWLA. The family and I stayed home, as is our custom. We baked pizzelles with the new iron Mom gave me for Christmas (yum), played board games, watched a movie, then waited for midnight. It's just too weird watching Dick Clark's New Years Rockin' Eve, seeing all the revelers in Times Square and watching the ball drop at 11:00 PM. I was so ready to go to bed after that, but we had to wait another hour to get to our own New Year.
Good grief, the neighborhood fireworks. That's new to us. The constant booming all evening was rather distracting. And the cats were freaked out. Pittsburgh knows how to do fireworks. We do it in a BIG way, downtown, and watch. No Pittsburgher sets off fireworks in their backyard on New Years Eve, that I know of. I thought of a couple reasons why. One, they're illegal, so if someone wants to buy fireworks, they have to drive a couple hours into Ohio. And two, it's too darn cold to hang out in your backyard and light them.
Anyway, midnight finally came. Bob and I had forgotten to buy some sparkling cider, so we and the boys drank a toast to 2009 with champagne glasses filled with lemonade. Then we went to bed. Happy New Year! May you open your new calendar with joy and anticipation.