My pork loin came out quite well. Louise does a good deal more cooking and baking than I do, but I’m glad to say I haven’t lost my touch in being able to turn out a reasonable meal. Live CNN shows the ball dropping in Times Square at 9pm here, due to the time difference, and we were just done with dinner by then. The rain in Manhattan looked miserable, but Times Square was filled. Afterwards, we watched Fisher King with Robin Williams via ChromeCast on my TV, and then went to live TV again for a local station that showed Seattle fireworks and light show going off the newly renovated Space Needle at midnight. Lots of people come up to Queen Anne hill, Kerry Park, to watch the fireworks — which means the traffic going back down the hill is bad — a good reason for Louise to stay overnight.
We had an utterly delightful New Year’s eve, and relaxed breakfast and long conversation. What I might have liked as a younger person — the noise and commotion of going out — is less attractive now. Jerry and I never made terribly much of New Year’s eve. My funniest memory was early in our marriage, when we went to a Rochester club out on Henrietta Road — don’t remember the name of the place — and were randomly seated next to two mafia dons and their families. Bull necked bodyguards stood behind each of the dons for the entire dinner. It was like being extras on a movie set of the Godfather. 🙂
Happy New Year to all, and I hope you celebration — or non-celebration — was just what you wanted. Welcome to the first days of the new year.