As I’ve said on here before, New Year’s Eve is my least favorite holiday. I’m usually sad to note the passing of a year, and I don’t like the effect fireworks have on pets, wildlife, and vets with PTSD.
THIS year, however, I was quite happy to see 2020 end, for myself, my family, my friends, and the people of our nation and globally. We have so screwed up our health and our planet that it’s doubtful pandemics will go away. Hopefully, 2020 taught us something about reacting quickly, decisively, and NON-POLITICALLY to suffer far less than we have with COVID-19.
Here are a few scenes from New Year’s Eve and New Year’s Day. I wish all of you good luck, good health, prosperity, and abundance in all good things.
New Year’s Eve.
New Year’s Day.
Pork chops (except Tim brought his own steak because he doesn’t eat pork), black-eyed peas, boiled cabbage, boiled turnip greens, and cornbread. A traditional meal to celebrate the coming year.
It looks like a lovely evening with friends and family!
I hope you aren’t letting yesterday’s events get you down today? Only two more weeks!
I will be so glad when he is out of power. He is somewhat terrifying at this point. Though who am I kidding. I’ve been scared since 2016, and he’s certainly justified it.
I chose to write write write write as events unfolded. My only answer to fear and despair is: create.