What are we going to call this decade in the future? The Oughts?
We had a very quiet New Year’s Eve here at Castle Frostbite. We gave the kids a bath, put them to bed, and then played around in front of the computers while sipping wine. Robin went to work today, so she went to bed last night at nine, and I followed her upstairs not much later. When the calendar clicked from DEC 31 to JAN 1, everyone in the house was asleep.
I went to see the ball drop on Times Square exactly once in my life–back in 1999/2000, for the “Millennium” drop (yes, I know that the Second Millennium technically didn’t end until midnight on December 31, 2000.) I took my ex-wife there as a birthday present. It was cold, we had moderate amounts of fun–as much fun as you can have standing in one spot for eight hours in twenty-degree weather–and we drove back to Tennessee the next day. A month or two later, she told me that she wanted a divorce, so when I hear the phrases “Times Square” and “New Year’s” used together, it instantly conjures unpleasant memories. But even without the bad association, I doubt I’d repeat that event–I don’t like being stuck in a huge crowd.
It’s five degrees below here at the Castle today, but we have both wood stoves on the “Nuclear Fusion” setting, hot mulled wine on the stove, and a roof clear of snow and ice. Everyone’s healthy, my novel is close to being finished, and we have high hopes for 2009. Bring on the year, I say.