I know people who cannot remember what they were doing last New Year’s Eve. I know people who only remember because they got a photocopy of the police charge sheet which describes their antics in inglorious detail.
For myself I confess I’m not a great celebrator of New Year’s Eve. From memory I think I’ve seen in two (or it might be three) but one of them was by accident.
Some of it is the feeling that I’ve never had a year so bad that I wanted to drown it, some of it was pragmatism. I did the morning milking for over thirty consecutive New Year’s mornings. The sure knowledge that you’re the one who is going to be standing in a milking parlour at 5:30am is the perfect answer to, “Come on Jim, just another glass.”
Not only that but early on I learned the secret of the New Year. It comes in all by itself. When you’re self-employed and working on your own, it’s a real joy to find a job you can delegate to somebody else.
But still, it does seem to be the season for good wishes and maudlin sentimentality.
Thus and so I thought I’d provide the sincere good wishes and leave the maudlin sentimentality to Tallis Steelyard (https://tallissteelyard.wordpress.com/) who does it so much better than I do. Here is a poem for the season.
The bottles sprawl unheeded
The discarded valiant dead
Their sacrifice accepted
Sobriety has fled
The truth it surfaced briefly
But shrugged and went to bed.
Will you walk again beside me?
Will you tread the path I tread?
The wine it made me wordy
The truth when poured was red
I didn’t mean to speak them
But I meant the words I said.
Still it strikes me that on a day like today, it is time to put those resolutions into practice early. You know, the one you made about reading more. So to help you, I’d recommend
In fact, if this is the season for sentimentality, surely it’d be an excellent idea of buy copies for all your friends as well
Anyway, Happy New Year