Thursday, January 02, 2014
Once again I'm finding myself sucked into the computer for far too many hours. This year I want to read more books and do more crafts, not just stare at this screen all evening. It's a real time-sink for me, and I have to get away from that.
The problem is that when being on the computer is also your livelihood, it's really easy to let the hours of work and the hours of checking social media kind of mush together. I am probably going to have to actually shut off the social meda sites for certain hours of the day in order to get myself away from the computer in a timely fashion.
Today, I have very little work and lots of stuff to do around the house: take down the tree, put together the exercise bike, get the snow blown so I can go pick up my CSA. So I'm running through my Spark time now, then getting busy.
Wednesday, January 01, 2014
Yesterday evening, hubby and I took down the 2013 calendar and wrote on it every horrible thing that happened. Then at 11:30, we and all our party guests went outside in the falling snow and burned 2013 and all it's dreadfulness in effigy.
Afterward, we came inside, opened a really fine bottle of Scotch, and watched the ball drop. As soon as the toasts and hugs were over, my dark-haired friend headed out the back door and we all waited for his reappearance at the front door. He knocked, and we heralded him with drink and cheers.
I feel good about 2014. Cheers, everyone!
Tuesday, December 31, 2013
There is an old Welsh new year tradition called First Footing. It calls for the first person to enter your home in the new year to be a dark-haired man, to whom you immediately offer a drink. It is supposed to ensure good luck for the coming year.
I have been First Footing the house every year for a decade. What I do, immediately after midnight, is to collar a dark-haired guest and send him out the back door of the house. He walks around to the front door, knocks, and I let him in, drink to offer in hand, while the rest of the guests laugh and cheer.
Except last year. Right after midnight on Jan. 1, 2013, a female couple arrived and entered the house before I could get my dark-haired man out the back door.
"Oh, well," I thought. "It's just a silly superstition. It doesn't really mean anything."
And then, we had 2013. A year filled with health crises and deaths. It was terrible.
So tonight, you can be certain that I will have a dark-haired guest's shirt clutched in my grasp as we count down the last 10 seconds. He will be *flung* out that back door, and greeted with great gusto when he reaches the front.
Between that and burning 2013 in effigy, I'm hoping to bring in a much better year!
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