"The days of wine and roses laugh and run away like a child at play
Through the meadow land toward a closing door
A door marked "nevermore" that wasn't there before
The lonely night discloses just a passing breeze filled with memories
Of the golden smile that introduced me to
The days of wine and roses and you."
I don't like wine and roses aren't my favorite flower, but for some reason this song title popped into my head. Then I needed to look up the lyrics which seemed to fit my mood. NYE always reminds me of those I've lost and sends me down a sometimes emotional path. 42 years ago I met my late husband at a NYE party at my then best friend's house. He was wearing a toga and had a very attractive smile. Now these people, who were so important in my life, are both gone, Colleen for nearly 15 years and Patt for 9. There have been so many changes to our friend/family group: estrangements, deaths, and growing apart. Although that is the natural cycle of things, I've been reflecting a lot on the past while I've been semi-trapped inside by frigid weather and snow. P.S. This freakishly cold weather can go away ANY TIME.
My entertainment has devolved into watching Mari attack her catnip toy.
Her bedraggled and torn apart Seahawks toy seems to represent the team lately. :(
It's lovely to have a lap warmer since my heat pump is still struggling and my gas fireplace is dead. My plans for tonight are to NOT wear my snow pants for a change. Perhaps I'll graduate to leggings? ;) John hasn't heard yet about his Covid test, but he wouldn't come down anyway. His older daughter and family have his Subaru, thus he's stuck driving the Great White Whale/Moby Dick (Ford 350 pick up). It's 4 wheel drive but with no weight in the back and the completely wrong tires, it's terrible in the snow! John is now calling it The Great White Toboggan. A couple friends are planning to visit for some games, probably Chicken Foot dominoes or cards. It will be low key, just like my expectations for the New Year. 2022...or is it 2020 too. Sigh.
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