January 1st, 2016

caillebotte_man at his window


WTF?!? I slept through midnight. Unless I've grown more demented than I think and have forgotten about an earlier occasion, I think this is the first time I've slept through midnight on New Year's Even since I was, what, about twelve years old? True, I woke up while the clock on the cable box still said 12:01, and there was still noise going on outside, but, damn, I slept through the minute! That means I am officially an old guy! I must have fallen asleep after having a beer about ten o'clock. The television was on and when I woke up a new episode of Drunk History was just starting.

It's a good thing Portia (the only other guest at the party) doesn't know how use a magic marker, because when you fall asleep at a party where someone does know how to use one you wake up with a dick and lots of insulting remarks crudely drawn on your face. Or so I've heard, as I've never been to a party where that actually happened. So maybe I've officially been an old guy longer than I thought. Yeah, that straw ought to hold my decrepit weight.

Anyway. When I got outside to listen to what was left of the brouhaha, I heard the siren that has been missing the last four years. I think it was seven or eight years ago I first heard this particular police siren on New Year's Eve (there had been another one that sounded like an older model had been set off for the previous three or four years.) As this one been missing for about four years I'm guessing it is owned by either a boomerang kid who has graduated from college but cant find a job and has moved back in with the folks, or somebody who has been in the military for four years and hasn't had leave on New Year's Eve during that time. It was nice to hear it again, though.

Welp, that's that. The best part of 2016 is over, and I'm too groggy from sleeping to write any long, rambling retrospectives about it or any earlier year. I no longer remember any of them clearly without effort, anyway, and as long as I'm behind on my holiday beer consumption I'm going to go drink another bottle of Sierra Nevada and watch more drunks blathering about history. Happy New Year. Or did I say that already?
caillebotte_man at his window

Return to Normal

So the first day of this year wasn't much different from the last day of last year, except that, following my unintentional nap that ended at midnight last night, I was awake until eleven o'clock this morning and then forced myself to wake up about three o'clock. Oh, and as long as I was awake anyway I watched the Rose Parade on television. Pasadena was clear and looked very nice, and you could see the mountains, and it made me sad because I was up here freezing instead of down there in the almost-balmy sunshine.

The other main difference from yesterday is that the wind has stopped blowing. I swept the accumulation of leaves off my back porch, but still haven't raked the lawns. There was intermittent overcast, but it still doesn't look like we'll be getting any more rain until Monday, and then it could rain for the next four days. Southern Oregon has gotten a record snowfall already this winter, so if the storm track would move a bit farther south we might get some too, and maybe have enough snowmelt next spring to partly replenish the reservoirs. That could stave of the ultimate drought disaster until 2017 or even 2018, even if we go back to really dry winters next year.

But the two-month stream of sappy holiday programming on the Murder & Glurge channel (aka Hallmark Channel) is over, and it has gone back to murder (which I will watch) and glurge (which I will avoid.) I'm looking forward to the resumption of fictional slaughter. There ought to be more English people murdering one another on PBS as well, including some entirely new murders I haven't seen before. I do like January.