A new day, a new year.....

WAITIN’ FOR THE NEW YEAR...

I wuz thinkin’ about New Years Eve, 1953…I wuz sick!  Don’t recall exactly what I had but I wuz piled up on the sofa ’n wudn’t going anywhere that evening…Mom ’n Dad ’n my brothers all left…don’t remember where it wuz that they went but I spent that evening alone, listening to the radio…In those days before television was rampant, it wuz radio that ever’body paid attention to ’n I wuz no exception…That evening, I followed the New Year across the country (time zones, y’understand)…’n one of the radio stations I heard back then was a Sacramento station where the DJ (as they were known back then) rode with the Sac police on their rounds that New Years Eve….

Now here we are on the verge of 2015 (the Back to the Future year for those of you old enough to recall Marty ’n the Doc)…I’m not listening to the radio, almost never do these days ’n when I do, often enuff it’s Sirius Radio ’n that doesn’t seem to have any local roots at all…Nah!  We’re watching teevee ’n worst of all, CNN (cuz Dish ’n FNC can’t seem to reconcile)…anyhow, we’re watching Anderson Cooper ’n the less than all there quasi-comedienne whats’ername they drag out to do the Times Square ball-drop…you know who I’m talking about, the somewhat foul-mouthed do anything for a giggle prop for poor old Anderson…

Anyhow, out with the old, in with the new…Millyrose ’n I celebrated the dropping of the ball (12:00 est/9:00 pst) with cheese ’n crackers, potato chips ’n champagne ’n shortly thereafter, this olde, somewhat irrelevant senior citizen went off to bed to dream, perchance, of daze gone bye-bye…

Awake with the chickens…I no longer am amazed at the number of people who believe in the comic book version of roosters that only crow at sunrise…those of us in the know, know that the damn birds crow all nite long at any ’n every thing that gets their attention….

During this last depression/recession/slowdown, whatever you want to call it, people lined up for food stamps…during THE GREAT DEPRESSION of my youth, the Fair Oaks chickens would have been gone to chicken heaven in a few days….plucked ’n roasted over an open fire or, more better considering their age, a stew pot with maybe a few onions ’n potatoes…

Ah well, as usual, I digress….

My good friend, GSam Piatt ’n his good wife, Bonnie, lost a son this past week in a car wreck…I’m generally pretty good with words but they fail me at times like this…parents aren’t supposed to outlive their children ’n it’s ‘specially hard when it comes unexpected in an accident…Those people in Indonesia who lost family in that terrible airline crash  lost their family members unexpectedly also and there are no words from anyone that can ease their pain…sometimes, it’s just really hard to face a new day, a new year….