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New Year’s celebrations?

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If you’re like me your New Year’s Eve went something like this –

Cook dinner, eat, do dishes and clean up kitchen.

Wash face, brush teeth, change into pajamas with plans of watching a movie and ringing in the New Year with spouse and a nice bottle of wine.

Have one glass of wine, watch half the movie, fall asleep.

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Oh, how times change.

We were going to meet two other couples for a New Year’s Day boozy brunch but I got a text yesterday morning saying a good friend was in the hospital with bacterial pneumonia that had spread to her bloodstream.

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So off to the hospital we went. With New Year’s themed flowers.

Thankfully she’s on the mend, getting strong IV antibiotics and breathing more easily.

We spent a few hours cheering her up and then laughed at the sticker on the car next to us in the parking lot.

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Hope your New Year’s Eve and Day were more fun than ours.

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However you chose to celebrate.

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Just another night….

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Our days of raucously ringing in the New Year are in the rear view mirror (as are the hangovers thank god)…. and more than likely, yours truly will be tucked into bed at midnight when 2023 comes sliding in.

No parties, no funny hats, no noise makers, no watching the ball drop.

Unless it’s this kind of ball and Lord Dudley is responsible.

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We’re going out for a nice meal and quiet drink (or two) this afternoon… then popcorn and a movie at home will round out the end of the year for us.

But however you choose to celebrate, here’s hoping you have a wonderful night and a happy, healthy New Year!

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Small town fun

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Our little town has an annual community celebration and more often than not we don’t go. But after a year of hermit like Covid living, travel plan cancellations and avoiding large indoor crowds… an outdoor festival seemed perfect.

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There was live music.

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And the prerequisite ugly craft displays. Bird baths made from repurposed antique glass? I’m picturing myself scrubbing the poo out of all those grooves. Hard pass.

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The husband lost me for a half hour at the library book sale. A dollar a book and we had to make two trips to the car.

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There was a tiny petting zoo.

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With bad hair day inhabitants.

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We bought ducks for the derby.

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But our sorry ass quacks were almost dead last.

To be continued….

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