For many years I have watched the ball come down at midnight from Times Square. Somehow this year became the exception because of the ensuing chain of events. On Friday I started with an awful sinus headache that made my head feel like it had ballooned in size. This in turn led to congestion along with a hacking cough and so by the time I finished all my medicines-drank my many cups of hot tea and honey, I just needed to close my eyes for a few minutes as I bundled up in the recliner. Lo and behold!
I opened my eyes to a newscaster giving the highlights of the many places hosting New Years Eve at midnight. I had missed it. And I felt like a kid that had broken a rule. Silly as it sounds ” I felt guilty about breaking a tradition, and what about Dick Clark? Well I think he will forgive me and maybe with Ms Millie’s belief that everything in life happens for a reason, it will keep me wondering just what surprises might be in store for us.”
Maybe traditions are old-fashioned, after all!
Current Mood:
Mischievous