A New Decade

If the sunrise on a new decade could be said to be any kind of predictor of the year to come, or even the weather, I would be hard pressed to decide based on  this sky. Fortunately I don't really believe in omens and I did think this was an interesting sunset.

Our crab quesadillas were delicious last night, but the new year's eve show on television was so truly terrible that we all went to bed at 10pm. We didn't properly see in the new year, but there were no hangovers this morning either! That alone is my idea of a positive way to usher in the new year.

That said, I barely watched the Rose Parade. Having grown up in Pasadena, I participated in the Rose Parade in every possible way...I rode on floats, I was a 'flag girl' in the high school band, I worked on decorating floats in a freezing cold warehouse and camped on the sidewalk all night so we'd have a good viewing spot on Colorado Avenue. Some subliminal signal must have told me this morning that it was time to start the new year in a different way. John said he stopped watching when Betty White stopped commentating. ...

We enjoyed a  traditional new years' day lunch of beans and greens with some old friends of Anne and Harold who drove up from the Bay Area. I suppose one of them would have been the first footing, but hair color could not have been the indicator of good luck since those of our visitors who have hair at all are no longer blessed with dark hair, and they brought with them not coal but a whole bag of ripe persimmons....

John may have missed Betty White and the Rose Parade but the men all watched to Rose Bowl game, and I looked in on them long enough to watch the sun set on television over the San Gabriel mountains in Pasadena.

So although many things change, we seem to bring in the new year in pretty much the same way every year.  The only things that vary are the kind of beans we eat, the teams playing football in the Rose Bowl,  the weather during the Rose Parade and the hair color of our guests... 

Happy 2020!