New Year’s Eve. You can track your life through New Year’s Eves:
Childhood: Pass out on the couch before the ball drops.
Teens: Party with your friends, it’s the last hurrah for Winter Break.
College: Pass out on someone’s couch (hopefully), did the ball drop?
Adulthood: Pay for an overpriced prix fixe dinner with a champagne toast OR party at home with your significant other, watching VH-1’s countdown of the 100 best videos OR party with your friends with a fat spread, good booze and a bag of Doritos thrown in for good measure OR pass out by 10 pm and wake up the next morning feeling better than most people, all ready for the Rose Parade and some Bowl Games.
Whatever New Year’s Eve was, it’s really that first day of the new year that I look forward to…that day to jam in every good luck food, whether it’s noodles for long life, mochi and ozoni, black-eyed peas and collards, or a nice blood orange mimosa. Wait, that isn’t good luck?
I just wanted to take a moment to say thanks for reading DailyWaffle. From all of us here, I hope 2013 is a year filled with health, happiness, prosperity and joyful moments around the table. Happy New Year!
This week has been crazy. It’s not anything you’d think — not work, not family commitments, not getting ready for a vacation. It’s been Wild Kingdom over here. Literally. It started with the Heron.
Our relationship with the Heron has been tenuous at best. We have a small man-made pond and he showed up about a year after we moved in, looking for dinner. It was mainly a goldfish pond, but there was one big koi in there, old enough and wise enough to survive. We called him The Leviathan. The Heron is a gorgeous bird with a 5 foot wingspan, but his goals and ours are completely at cross purposes. Our koi pond is not a sushi bar. So Wolf MacGyvered a cover out of PVC and netting.
But the Heron is persistent.
Like a 3-year old running through a group of pigeons, I’ve taken off across our grass, waving my arms and yelling to scare him off. We’ve driven up only to catch him soaring off after a sashimi appetizer from our pond. Eventually, while we were on vacation, he even got the Leviathan.
This week, I saved the damn Heron.
We got clouded out on the initial Supermoon rise last night, but later I did manage to get at least one interesting shot of that super bright moon illuminating the clouds directly east of us…and a lot of bunk ones, too (sigh). Some potentially interesting shots have a nice green reflection of the moon, maybe from my UV filter.