Halfway around the world the new year has already settled in and people by now are sound asleep after a night, and perhaps early morning, of merriment. For years and years I stayed up with my parents to ring in the new year with the likes of Guy Lombardo. There might have been a sparkly headband or silly hat donned and a noisemaker cranked or tooted at the stroke of midnight, then we soon turned off the tube and headed to our respective bedrooms. Then, “Dick Clark’s New Year’s Rockin’ Eve” show ruled for years and years, and I never missed it, whether I was home or out and about, though I must admit I’ve not watched the show since the year Dick Clark became ill and had to bow out. I know he returned, but somehow Ryan Seacrest was more in the limelight and I only watched the show long enough to see the ball drop in Times Square. Now, though it is still called “Dick Clark’s New Year’s Rockin’ Eve” it would never be the same without Dick Clark’s charm and boyish good looks. So, again this year I’ll skip the streaming of the ball drop and I am having a quiet evening instead. Right now, a generous cup of custard-style egg nog (my once-a-year indulgence) is within reach on the table and Buddy is close by as well, warbling along to Dan Fogelberg’s “Same Auld Lang Syne” (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DK2r-Dr0-X8). I’d offer him a sip of nog from a straw, but I shan’t disturb him and ruin the moment as he is singing at the top of his lungs and enjoying himself immensely.
As I write this post, and the one that directly follows with my New Year’s blessing, it will be the 249th and 250th post since I began writing on February 11th this year. Indeed, sometimes scrolling through my entire blog, it does not seem possible that I could have created all those thousands upon thousands of words. There have been hundreds of observations and recollections shared along the way. Like my walking, the writing has truly been a journey as well. I’ve enjoyed putting my thoughts into words immensely and the creation and near-daily writing of my blog has drawn me like a magnet to the computer to reflect or recollect. Both the walking and the writing frequently has taken me from my “chores” like housework, yard work and even food preparation. Oops! Where I once strived to be near-perfect in those departments, I find since the walking and writing bug has bitten me, I no longer excel in any of them. But, as you know, life is short and over this past year, I’ve learned to put on blinders and just enjoy life a little more and not to sweat the small stuff. Now that’s a great motto, even if I did not create it.
Now with Mother Nature having her way with us once again, (sigh), we’re poised on the brink of a significant snowfall to welcome in the first full day of 2014. So, I wonder how many months it will be until I return to Council Point Park? I have two canisters crammed with peanuts waiting in the wings, and I opened a loaf of bread on Sunday and portioned it into three … one portion went to the Park with me and two additional packets are neatly tucked in opposite ends of the freezer waiting for a clear, but cold Winter adventure. I had hoped to take my camera along to take pictures of the fox that someone told me about and maybe that will happen someday. Perhaps on weekends I shall just mosey over to the either of the parks two blocks from my home and stomp out laps in my lug-soled boots. Each of those parks take up two long City blocks so that is plenty of good exercise and will put some color in the cheeks and work up an appetite as well and “take the stink off you” as my mother would say when she insisted I play outside in the Winter sometimes and I rebelled about leaving the warm and cozy house. I will miss the walking though and shall fill the cardiovascular activity void by dusting off my exercise bike and venturing all the way downstairs several times a week to pedal to my heart’s content while listening to the news of the day on my radio headphones. No worries about ice and snow, but the scenery isn’t as nice, and there are no people or critters to interact with. But, what those exercise bike sessions will do is to keep the muscles in my legs strong so when the days start getting longer, the grass greener and the baby birds start cheeping, I will be chomping at the bit to start walking and I will be fit to do so.
When I started this blog in the heart of Winter 2013, I wondered what I would write about when the weather was ugly and I didn’t dare venture out for a walk. Well, there was not much commentary going on in those 2013 Winter months and sometimes the postings were few and far between in our cold Spring too. So, potentially after the new year, my blog posts will not be as plentiful. Few, if any, walking adventures will present themselves and the holidays will be over, but I’m sure other subjects, of course ,will crop up but not likely will be shared on a daily basis like I have been doing. I’ll stop and collect my thoughts periodically so I don’t get rusty and I hope I don’t lose any of you as I hunker down and settle in like an ol’ brown bear in its den for the next few cold and snowy months.
“Write it on your heart that every day is the best day in the year.” — Ralph Waldo Emerson