At this time of the year, I find myself looking back at my own life, and feeling such gratitude for the blessings and the bounty my husband and I have enjoyed.
All in all, 2016 was a good year on the home front, with the low points being more than balanced by the joys. My suspicion is that people who don’t know what it is like to suffer a little pain don’t appreciate the true beauty of life.
In some ways it has been a hard year, true, but through it all I had the joy of grandchildren, the love of my husband and our children, great books to read, and music to surround me. I have rediscovered my gratitude — both for the bounty I enjoy, and the people I am privileged to share my life with.
On New Year’s Eve we will enjoy a dinner party at the home of close companions. We’ll party in the company of my sister and her husband, a few comrades from our old school days, and several soul-mates we have only met comparatively recently. We’re a mixed bag of nuts, as close as blood-relatives, a gang of retirees who support each other through the highs and lows of life.
May your new year bring you joy and prosperity and the ability to appreciate them. May you have the good health to enjoy them, and may your imaginary friends never stop talking to you!
In the meantime, I offer you this poem (originally posted on Jan 1 of this year):
New Years Eve at the Drunken Sasquatch
Bloody Bill reigns from behind his bar
Over the rowdy throng.
And I shall nurse my cider mulled
And sometimes sing along.
The Leprechaun plays Hendrix, loud,
The vampire sings the blues.
The dragon racks the billiard balls,
The Reaper chalks his cue.
We’re having such a lively time
The floorboards sway and heave.
The Drunken Sasquatch is the place
To spend a New Year ’s Eve.
New Years Eve at the Drunken Sasquatch, © 2016 Connie J. Jasperson