Finished off the entire bottle New Year’s Eve. Of course, it was only 12 ounces. Diet Coke. All in all, a pretty low-key ringing-in of the new year. Circumstances and celebrations can change dramatically with time.
My early career years required that I be on the job either Christmas or New Year’s Day. They don’t turn off the radio and TV stations for holidays and someone has to show up to cover the shift. It was an easy choice for me to choose to work the New Year’s Day slot, which allowed me to be home with the kids and the Christmas tree. As a result, I never fell into any New Year’s Eve traditions.
Not that I didn’t experience one or two celebrations here and there. He shall remain anonymous, but I remember a grand gathering at his house and all of us counting down the seconds to midnight. When the noisemakers started, he came darting out of the hallway wearing a tin-foil diaper and a New Year’s baby sash across his bare chest. I’m reminded of his outlandishness every time I see the newspaper’s editorial cartoon with the Old Year leaving and the Baby Year arriving in that diaper and sash. (Like in this morning’s Tulsa World or the image from yesterday’s Columbia Daily Tribune.)
My friend might have resolved not to ever repeat that performance. I never witnessed another, at any rate. But it is the season when folks make a plan or – at least – harbor some hopes of making a change, or finishing a task, or mending a fence literally or figuratively.
Some of us have resolved not to make resolutions.
For today, at least, I plan to finish up some tasks around the book shop, look in on a couple of football games, and wish for each and every one of you a happy and prosperous 2015!
Come visit!
McHuston
Booksellers & Irish Bistro
Rose District
122 South Main St. Broken Arrow OK!