Happy New Year!



I'm fading quickly as the new year starts slipping into the present.  It is almost (gosh!) 9 PM. Here you can see us at our most wild and crazy- about to crack open the sparkling grape juice to toast in 2026 while supping on D'giorno Four Cheese Pizza.  That was 7 PM and as confirmation that I am living where I belong, that meal was interrupted by booms from outside... fireworks over Versailles.  It has been a fine year- but I think we can do better.  Who's with me?


From Buckeye by Patrick Ryan:

"Rockwell's ability to paint a thing that resembled itself was impressive but his work was too exact for Margaret's taste.  He was always capturing perfect moments and then putting them under a microscope to find cute parts."
I am not disappointed to be tossing my 2025 calendar.  I am not a fan of Norman Rockwell's art.  I think I dated a man who was, once.  (Obviously, that didn't last.)  I find this image to be really disturbing.  Look at that creepy figure that is lurking behind the mirror-holding woman.  Is he working with "Santa" (Z has recently started using air quotes... for some reason, most often around the word "both".... and then he laughs.  I don't get it.  But, then again, I don't get six-seven...which he also shares with me and laughs.  I'm old - just not Norman Rockwell old. ) Hold it.  I lost my thought - see, I told you I was old- oh, is Santa distracting the girl while the scary dude creeps up to slit her throat?  I'm not sure- but I wouldn't be surprised if there was blood shed soon.

My new calendar was free from a company that wants to sell me very pricy international trips - or very pricy intranational trips.  I said, "Sure, send me your catalog" when what I meant was "Yes, send me your gorgeous free calendar".  In 2026 I shall be enjoying beautiful photographs from exciting travel destinations... The downside - in addition to the casting of my soul into hell for my deceit - I no longer have the best fishing days highlighted on my calendar.

Then, again - I still have most of a 10 pound box of fish in my freezer.

Happy New Year! Come visit! Bring recipes for pollock.



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