Lackluster New Year

 I was in bed by 8:30, reading.   Take that all you celebrants today hangovering.

Andrea had given me a bag of goodies that included a wee bottle of cinnamon fireball in a cellophane with a packet of hot cider.  And another with teensy bottles of Bicardi Rum and Pina Colada mix.  So I mixed those last two on ice, in a glass and drank the resulting 1/2 cup of liquid down in two swallows last night.

This was just before I went out to ask if a man leaning over an opened car hood needed more light.   He was trying to fix the broken down car of someone associated with the car lot people.   What a good friend, to be out there on New Year's Eve like that.  He held up the car battery positive cable, which dripped out white powder when he did so, and said, "I think she needs a new cable".     The cable was powderized for at least four inches.     Whoa!

Eventually I saw the lights come on in the formerly curb decor car and it drove off.   

I could find nothing to watch on TV.   I made a plate of green olives stuffed in feta cheese, pomegranite seeds and yellow pepper pieces plus a dip and had a nice dinner.  Olives are my latest food obsession.   Well, have been for years.  But I found the jars with stuffed olives recently at the store.  I've always loved pomegranites.   I remember my mother buying me one once as a treat, telling me she remembered how much I like them.    They're available here only during a few months of the winter.

I was in bed, yes, a little sad to admit, by 8:30.    

The long gray stretch from January to end of March begins.  By end of March we think spring should be showing some signs of arrival with hope of sunny warm days in maybe late spring.  Yeah right.  Long way to summer sun still.  Last year it poured clear up to the 4th of July.