We’re just a few hours away from hearing the familiar strains of “Auld Lang Syne” … then there’s a few hugs and kisses, a sip or two of champagne or eggnog, and we’re off and running to a brand-spanking new year.
Shortly before 12:00 a.m., our neighborhood will ring out with the sounds of fireworks that will continue into the wee hours of the night. One family always takes pots and pans and promptly clangs them together at the stroke of midnight.
I’ve been thinking a lot about the “auld acquaintances” portion of “Auld Lang Syne” lately.
As I mentioned in my Christmas Day post, I began digitizing all my old photo albums and they really are a treasure trove of memories. The albums contain not only travel photos, but also a wealth of pictures of family members, friends, school chums … even neighbors throughout the years. I’ve been poring over these old photos for weeks, both while scanning them into the computer, and then looking at the images later. Sadly, many of these family members or acquaintances have passed away, or, I’ve not been in contact with these folks for decades.
The project has been a Herculean task to be honest, and, while immersing myself in all those memories, I have also looked at various old scrapbooks and yearbooks. I had vowed to peruse those yearbooks after joining a group on Facebook which consisted only of Lincoln Park High School Class of ’73 grads. I realized I didn’t recognize half of these folks by their pictures now. Well, that is no big surprise since it soon will be 45 years since we graduated, plus we had a huge class – there were 613 of us.
I sorted through some keepsakes as well – programs from school plays and many mementoes from senior class activities. I had a mimeographed sheet of paper which was dialogue for trying out for a part as a munchkin in the “Wizard of Oz” during our senior year. I think I’ve been 5 feet 9 inches tall since I entered my teens, but there it was, pasted into the pages of the scrapbook, alongside a plethora of 3 X 5 inch photos of my friends and me, all of us fresh-faced and full of hope for the future.
So, time traveling is what I’ve been occupying myself with lately, but now it is time to move ahead to the new year.
But first … not before I share my final stats with you.
A few weeks ago I noticed that my blog posts would soon number 1,050 entries since I began this blog in February of 2013. I decided that I should also reach 1,050 miles on the very same day – December 31, 2017.
It’s been tough … the walking part, that is. I think I’ve been given the gift of gab (for better or worse) and parlayed that into my many blog posts, however, given the cold, ice and snow the past few weeks, I really had to hustle to reach this final walking goal. Lately, I’ve counted every step I’ve taken during my waking hours.
Today, I went on two walks. Earlier in the day I meandered over to Memorial Park, walking in a big circle, and I picked up a few squirrel pals along the way. I still had peanuts left over from my last trek to Council Point Park, so I made some new furry friends at this venue. I came home briefly to warm up, then walked a few blocks over to Ford Park and did laps around that two-City-block Park until numb fingers and toes got the better of me and I called it quits.
I got home and warmed up some in the car (ahh, the heated seats), then unzipped my jacket to check the pedometer … still 1/3 of a mile more to go! Hey, I’m a purist, so I wanted to do this goal fair and square, so I merely trotted around the backyard to get ‘er done at that point.
I will now rest on my laurels, and give myself a small break until this week of brutal cold passes, and perhaps climb onto the exercise bike instead.
I had an extra glass of eggnog to celebrate my good health and ability to get those 1,050 miles walked in 2017. And, as good as I was feeling having walked all those miles, I got online later in the day and was catching up on the news, only to read about a man who trekked 6,000 miles across Europe, beginning that journey in April 2016. He averaged about 25 miles a day. This 26-year-old Traverse City man simply leaves me in the dust! Here is the story if you’d like to read it: https://www.clickondetroit.com/news/michigan/michigan-man-walks-6000mile-trail-across-europe_
That is truly a great feat for the feet, and, truthfully, whether I accomplish 1,000 plus miles next year, or the year after, 2017 has been a year for the record books for this 61-year-old gal.
Cheers to each of my readers, near and far, and …
… have a safe New Year’s Eve and all the best in 2018. I am leaving you with this quote that I came across a few months ago and saved just for this occasion:
Finish every day and be done with it. For manners and for wise living it is a vice to remember. You have done what you could; some blunders and absurdities no doubt crept in; forget them as soon as you can. Tomorrow is a new day; you shall begin it well and serenely, and with too high a spirit to be cumbered with your old nonsense.
~ Ralph Waldo Emerson
[Images of eggnog by Jill Wellington from Pixabay]