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Fri, 01/04/2019 - 13:38 -- Phyllis Humby

Happy New Year! How many of you are thinking, Okay this year I’m going to get it right. I’m going to nail it! Well, good luck with that. No, seriously. The last day of the year fills most of us with nostalgia, but for some the focus is on the beginning of a new year. It’s a do-over of sorts – a renewal of promises, hopes, and interesting developments.

New Year’s resolutions. Good idea? Are you kidding? It’s like going to confession. You know you’re going to fall back into bad habits. Otherwise, we’d only have to confess our sins like once in a lifetime. And forget that whole diet thing. It’s a joke. I use that term loosely. When you lose twenty pounds and gain back thirty-five, you won’t be laughing. Just eat a balanced diet and watch your portion size. That’s it in a nutshell. Unfortunately, it’s the portion size that gets me every time. Enough about that. Maybe more exercise would leave less time to snack.

It wouldn’t be New Years without the traditional singing of Auld Lang Syne. It makes my eyes puddle every time. It’s been around for hundreds of years. Long enough for us to memorize, but we still stumble through the lyrics. And who knew there were more verses? Usually, we only belt out the chorus. Maybe they should hand out song sheets with the party hats and horns. Drop that in the suggestion box.

It’s true this ditty started with Robbie Burns but it was brought to prominence when Guy Lombardo picked up the ball. Ironic because now we drop the ball as part of our celebration. There’s something about watching the ball drop. The giddy excitement and anticipation. Why? Do we think the ball might stop halfway down?

Harvey and Ethel are glued to the TV when Ethel gives him a nudge. Get that sparkling wine outta the fridge, they’re dropping the ball. If you happen to nod off (hopefully that only happens at home) the first thing you say when you open your eyes is, Did the ball drop? No, honey, it’s just hanging there. Technical difficulties.

Where was I? The ball distracted me. Oh yes, the maudlin Auld Lang Syne about drinking a toast to ‘days gone by’. The song is playing in my head now. I’ll soon be bawling. ‘Should auld acquaintance be forgot and never brought to mind…’. Right away I think of the people in my life who have passed away – plus one who just vanished. Apparently, it’s called ghosting. What’s with that? I digress.

Once upon a time we dressed in our party best for the biggest night of the year. Everyone crowded on the dance floor for the countdown. Then amidst the chorus of Auld Lang Syne, there’d be lipsmacks for loved ones and strangers alike – imagine that happening now.

Hubby and I celebrate this special occasion differently these days. We’re more like Ethel and Harvey watching the ball drop. Forget the sparkling wine. Just a little of it gives me a headache.

We toddle off to bed to that haunting tune. ‘Should old acquaintance be forgot and never brought to mind…’ I’ve just now learned the song is not about loss but rather it’s a song of reunion. People aren’t leaving, they’re returning. ‘We’ll take a cup of kindness yet, for auld lang syne’. Let’s share a cup for old times sake. Old friends getting together. I like that.

To family, friends, and days gone by – Cheers!

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