New Years Eve 2019

I woke up this morning, as I always do, so far.

I looked out the window to see bright blue sky, and 50 degrees on the thermometer. Nice for a New Years' Eve.

The same squirrels and birds are busy foraging the morning meal. How many generations? I've been here twenty two years. I feed 'em, and they come generation after generation. I enjoy watching them.

 I don't feed squirrels. They have a dearth of acorns and hickory nuts.. It's fun to watch the rascals try to figure out the trap door bird feeders. Usually one will, and the rest of them learn by watching. Devilishly clever learners, squirrels.

Cat's talking at the door, mews good morning on the way to the food bowl and heads for the wood stove. I'm dressed, coffee in hand to find the chair in front of the new picture window. New Year's Eve, again. Wandering thoughts about what it all means...

The older I get, the mo samer things become. Routines are easier to fall into and harder to drag oneself out of. New routines require effort, energy, and time, things that are not infinite as they seemed at 25.

Case in point. We bought a small motor home two years ago thinking we would travel. We have used it twice. We have reciprocal agreements with friends. They come stay with us. Mounting a campaign to drive a camper to Ca. takes effort, energy, planning, money and time. If we wait much longer, it may not happen...legs ain't what they were 20 years ago. Decisions. I find myself drifting deeper in thought.

What's that?

Janice is in the kitchen with the mixer going. Waffles? Pound cake? Cat hits my lap for her routine daily petting, wood pile is full, garlic is up, grass is green, music at Bud's on the river tomorrow. Routines ain't that bad,

Years end is like any other day. The only thing that changes dramatically is the number at the end

Welcome to 2020, can you believe it? Been 20 years since Y2K. The world was gonna end!

 Lord willing and the creeks don't rise, we keep moving. Never sit with the sitters and knit with the knitters. There are always some new challenges to routines, some good, some not so good.

"That's life. What's Life, A Magazine, How much does it cost? 25 cents, But I only got a dime. That's Life." Anon.

Happy New Year...I drink a dram tonight, be in bed by 11:00 and play "Well May the World Go" for you all before I crash. Same routine tomorrow...that'll be good.