Sunday, January 1, 2012

Pots and pans and big sticks

Happy New Year!
If I'm not the very first to blog on this New Day I'm pretty darn close. As I sit here I am hearing gunshots, firecrackers,M80's and of course the original noisemaker- Pots and pans and big sticks. Or maybe they are wooden spoons.
As a kid I would wait up with my very own Momma to ring in the New Year. It was such a struggle to stay awake for the midnight hour- but when ( and if) we did Mom would get her Revere ware pot, a big wooden spoon and we would go on to the front porch and bang away like fiends. We'd hoot and holler and laugh. Then it was a quick egg nog toast and off to bed we'd go. Little wonder I still hear that familiar sound over the other larger noise.
It seems like this year- this NEW year of 2012 - is being heralded a little more fervently than 2011. And why not.
First off- it is a even numbered year! Always a crowd favorite.
Secondly - it can hardly be worse than the last year. Though I suffered no long term illness or trauma I know plenty of people that have. I don't consider my yo-yo like financial status anything to compare to that.
And B- We are all gonna be dead this time next year- but there will be no next year. The Mayan's predicted it you know. How wrong could they be?
It is starting off on a good note anyway. For those of you that are keeping track, I sold Desi today.
The last person on the last day of the last year. Prophetic? We'll see.
The woman and her boyfriend who came and took Desi home with them seem like a lovely couple. She's a Natural Horse trainer, he's a gentle but firm intermediate rider. Desi really liked him! They brought their trailer so I guess they meant business all along.   I wasn't actually prepared emotionally to sell him today, but that is usually when things happen don't they? When you least expect it? It was probably- no it WAS- better this way. NO time to get nutted up about it. I loaded him in the trailer and petted his nose. After they disappeared out of the driveway I allowed myself a small mournful sob. But not to worry- I am looking forward to the future and the new Showing Year. I am going up to see TC again on Monday and if it is meant to be- it will be.
So Lock and Load friends! Happy New Year out there!