New Year's Eve and Day were low-key and pleasant. Just the way I like them, as I feel that this holiday is not always unalloyed joy. New Year's can be bittersweet or maudlin as well as frantically frolicsome.
Angie and Chuck across the street are easy hosts. No formality, just good food, champagne, and great conversation. New Year's Day with John's family was traditional-pork, sauerkraut and mashed potatoes in between football games. The peewee hockey game was great fun-Will is doing so well for just having started. Then dinner with old friends we see too seldom.
I have stopped doing resolutions. At my age, it is what it is, pretty much. But I do have hopes. I hope to find within me the desire to get back to the gym. To let go of stuff-real stuff. The kind that clutters up the house so badly. To lighten up on myself and others. To enjoy my daughter's wedding. To enjoy myself.
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