Snappy Shoe Beards

So, the theoretical New Year.
I find the superstitions surrounding New Years in this country to be kind of destructive and possibly a worse set up than even the family centered holidays.
If you are not at the just right place, with the just right people, having the just right beverage, and smooching on just the right person at 12 midnight, you’ve planted a seed of doubt in your mind for the entire year which can only be erased one year later at that precise moment by trying to orchestrate everything all over again to be some kind of perfection.
Or suppose you were able to maneuver everything to just the place you thought it should be. You have everything set up bizactly as you planned and schemed, now you’ve locked a mess of preconceptions onto your year and have possibly blocked some connections with realms of possibilities.

My main tradition about New Years is try to get some deep cleaning done. Ream out some dark, ignored, corners and such. That and eat some good food. Start the year with some purification and nourishment and let the rest take care of itself.

I also don’t do the resolution thing. I have made a couple of decisions recently, it’s true. They have been building though and are in movement. I am not opposed to resolutions per se, but I question whether they are most often another set up.

It’s also time to sort the years paperwork. And Lord knows that is enough of a task without trying to orchestrate the idealized New Years experience.

So what did I do? I made a barrel of chicken vegetable soup, some crowder peas with kale, and a couple of special dips. We invited Karl LaFong over and watched the 50’s sci-fi festival on TCM.
We were contemplating seeing Psyche’s big show at the brew pub, but the drinking and the crowd issue was the barrier as usual. We chose to forego our midnight champagne toast out of consideration for Karl.