I don’t have New Year’s picture for you because we don’t do anything special on New Year’s Eve. We’ve never gone to Times Square in New York, though both of us lived in New York for many years. It’s not a part of the city to which I was ever drawn.
When we lived in Boston, we went to their First Night. Which was fun, in a freezing cold sort of way. Ice sculptures when it’s below zero and each toe feels like an ice sculpture. Not to mention fingers and maybe your nose.
So I will let the birds say goodbye.
It’s the end of the year. It’s been a crappy year in a lot of ways, but we live in hopes of a better one on the way. We always live in hopes of a better one on the way, even during a good year.
And some good stuff happened. Garry discovered hearing. I discovered that he still can’t hear me because he isn’t listening. The hearing is one thing. Listening is a separate process and one which he has yet to master.