Ghosts of New Years Past

I’ve brought in the New Year in Times Square, at a Night Out event in my hometown, at a house party, at home throwing my own party, and in a parking lot on the Navy base in Jacksonville because my husband had duty but I could sneak him away for a moment to wish him a Happy New Year and then drive back home alone.

What did we do tonight, the first New Years Eve we have spent together in several years? Well, we almost missed it because we were chilling at home watching movies on his laptop while the kids watched Shrek 4 in the family room downstairs. If I hadn’t heard what sounded like the pop-pop-pop of machine gun fire (I will reserve judgement and choose to assume it was fireworks), I might not have glanced at my watch and noticed it was about to turn midnight!

Maybe it is the passing of time, me getting older, or that my husband places holidays on the same level as a prostate exam, but unless I make a hoopla about things, no one else will.

I have many memories of turning from old year to new in style. Lots of photographs too. So many memories. Usually I am much more excited about this turn over. Much more interested in the celebratory aspect. I certainly try my best to make a big deal of it for the family.

Interestingly enough this time I was not “feeling it” and have been pretty blah about this now passing holiday season. 2012 has snuck up on me. Unlike other years past that have arrived like a kick in the teeth, this #NYE has come and gone with little to no fanfare. Good or bad? I don’t know– I do now that we will now return to our regularly scheduled program already in progress…