cheers

Here’s a health to the company and one to my lass

let us drink and be merry all out of one glass

let us drink and be merry, all grief to refrain

for we may or might never all meet here again.

2:06 pm New Year’s Day 2022, my couch

I planted an aloe for the new year. Fancy talk for my aloe is actually doing so well it developed a small offshoot which I just potted into an old coffee carafe that doesn’t fit any coffee make from the last twenty years. I think it looks nifty.

I’ve been up, cried, messaged one of the people from last night to be sure she realized what was in the unopened delivery box (because it is the most beautiful black lace parasol with a tooled leather holder thingy that probably can hook or strap onto a renfaire belt and a matching lace fan), cried, slept, cried, drank coffee, opened the other gifts, cried, messaged a general thank you to the group, cried, cried, wandered lonely as a cloud, and cried.

Now I’m toasting in the new year with the rest of the can o’ mimosa I used to moisten the ridiculously dry but otherwise quite tasty cake SIL gave me and that I made into a trifle for last night.

I left the trifle in eastern Kentucky. Wish I’d thought to grab a cupcake and the bag of Chex mix when I fled. But there were people in the kitchen . . .

I won’t even bother saying I won’t be maudlin today. This is a very maudlin day. I will try to avoid things which will make it worse. Hopefully my brain will settle enough to read.

The wee demon is asleep on part of my right foot under the duvet. This will help, at least until my foot falls asleep.

p.s. I planned to use Grand Marnier for the trifle, but I couldn’t find it at the Kroger liquor store and I really didn’t want to drive all the way to Lexington to a real liquor store. And then I saw the mimosa in a can . . . It seemed like Fate.

And classy.