Winter Full Moon of Long Nights
We have gained back a few minutes since the Winter Solstice, so the New Year will arrive, as it does every year, with a bit more daylight than the grimmer days of mid-winter.
The neighbors have begun to shoot off fireworks. They are a restrained lot for the most part, but when they perceive an excuse for celebration: holiday, birthday, new year, they always bring out the fireworks.
(Methuselah Grove
The Methuselah Grove with the world’s oldest living things. The oldest living tree at 4,723 years, Methuselah, is not identified for its own protection.)
Kate and I have clinked glasses of champagne (her) and Fre (me), wished each other a happy new year and not shot off a single firecracker. We did watch Jules and Julia, a middling movie in my judgment, though it had some interesting observations about cooking. We also watched a great Nature program on the rise of the dog. Apparently a Swedish geneticist has pinpointed eastern Asia as the origin of all dogs.
Kate’s neck has begun to bother her again this week and her left hip is now worse than it was before the operation. The back, though, has improved markedly. A day at a time.
Well, a happy new year to you, whoever you are. Back at you next year.
