Gypsies, Tramps & Thieves
I’ve never much cared for going out on New Year’s Eve… amateur night and all that. I prefer to stay inside, drink to my heart’s content without an exorbitant bar tab, eat great food that I’ve prepared myself and so to bed with the RLA. This year was no different. We brought in the animals to keep them safe from the midnight gunshots (another of nature’s laws, commonly ignored by the Miami populace: what goes up, must come down) and random erratic fireworks. We had a cozy dinner and then watched “Zombie Strippers”, which was, against all expectations, really funny. And good. And funny. Clearly the writer enjoyed his college existential philosophy class. Just as clearly, he must despise the Bush/Cheney/et.al cabal as much as I do, because half the laughs come at the expense of said cabal.
After that, we switched and watched the Cher Believe dvd. And then we watched the ball drop, and were utterly horrified at the millionty-two blue Nivea hats. OK, you are a corporate sponsor. But do you have to turn the event into some kind of hybrid of “Idiocracy” and “Snow Crash”? Enough with the corporate labeling. Please. And also? Dick Clark? Sweet that you still want to do New Year’s Eve and the whole party thing. But, dude. How many strokes have you had? A little dignity, please. Take him off screen. Let him wave to the adoring masses, but please, for all that is holy and right, do NOT let Dick on teevee again next year. It was sad. Really, truly, deeply, disturbingly sad.
Yesterday I spent lolling around getting myself ready to make this the sewing year: I put away my miniatures and cleared off the dining room table, to make it available as a cutting table. I prepped some lamb shanks for the crockpot today. I went outside and lay on the grass and stared at the clouds and let the dogs romp all around. I noticed that all of my mango trees are in bloom, which is awfully early, and I hope that the baby mangoes will be old enough and strong enough to withstand the winds and rain in March, so that I have a decent crop this year. I pre-drafted another roving, and hope to get some spinning done this weekend.
Today we are back in the office, with virtually no work, and literally no drive. Time to work on my shopping cart.