Happy New Year




Stroke of Midnight
Where were you last night at midnight? Would you have wanted to be somewhere else?

Last night while sitting in my easy chair I came to realize the year 2015 is rapidly running out of gas. This year is going to be a whole lotta gone, real soon. Here I sit, wondering what I should do first turn down the thermostat or see if the cat has food and water. I best not chance to make a poor decision, better think about this a while. I had a list of resolutions that got lost under my chair, should look for it in 2016.

My mind drifted or wandered back to one year I was on a picket line on New Year’s Eve. Our trucking company was in ‘mistake mode’, something called a strike was in progress. I was due to have someone take my place, so my wife came and picked me up and we went out dancing and welcoming in the new year. Now that I think about it, that was 40 some years ago. We had a lively night, partied on, danced almost every dance. Somebody spilled something on the floor and all of a sudden my wife slipped and did a new dance move. One she wasn’t planning on, landed badly and broke her wrist. The New Year had already been ushered in, so we decided it was time to head for home. After she broke her wrist. I realized I didn’t need a designated driver that night after all. I took her to our small town emergency room the next day. The doctor said, “I’ll be down there to look at her arm soon as the game is over.” He said, “You waited this long, wait a little longer until I get there.”

Meanwhile back in my chair, I arrived at the conclusion, to turn the thermostat down no use wasting electric heat all night long. Then I proceeded to fill the cat’s dish with food and water. I better take my pills too while I’m doing these last-minute chores. It was rapidly approaching that bewitching hour so I turned the lights down and went to our bedroom. My wife had already been sleeping for close to one hour. I bent over and kissed her happy new year on the forehead, she had her CPAP mask on. She replied,”hrpffy nnhy to ue to.” So as soon as the ball fell, I covered up by this tired old body and went to sleep. 2016 was welcomed into one more quiet and cautious household.

The daily prompt asks the question, “would you rather have been somewhere else?” Well isn’t that a nice loaded question? For a retired party animal! The answer surely comes to mind instantly. Almost anywhere else where there is a party. No not really, my wife and I plan, to stay happy healthy and wise in 2016, prosperous we realize is already out of the question. Chicken soup and TLC (tender loving care)  on the daily menu.

14 thoughts on “Happy New Year

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    • We tend to be a little old fashioned. Had our own little acreage up until two years ago, we always had a few chickens Bantam/Leghorn cross they make the best chicken soup in the this world. Sure do miss being out in the country, we always had a big garden. I always had a big garden, “my therapy.” My wife wouldn’t set foot into the garden if I held a shotgun on her. We used to go on our outings with our pickup camper and boat. I know we were always overloaded because we had enough supplies along for an extra month or so.
      I would imagine you folks have to consider your roads and many other things when you plan your caravan trips. You surely wouldn’t want to be overloaded and have tire trouble in the middle of nowhere. We always traveled the old roads.

      Our days of hitching up and hitting the road are all over, we sure can have a lot of fun on metal trips tho.
      Travel safe, be blessed.


      • Weight is a serious and often discussed issue, so I must talk about it soon. The authorities are quite strict on overweight rigs but I can see the scene changing soon as Ford and GM manufacturing is going offshore. There’s quite a bit of anticipation, the fellas are all dreaming of larger American tow vehicles and I’m quite sure that this will be offset by larger caravans for the girls!!!


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