UPDATE: The Digihusband and Drusilla, the Digidaughter, made it to midnight. Octavian, the Digison, and I did not. Nor did Dante, who snored away on the floor by my side of the bed. Brother Louis was out somewhere catting around . . . literally.
New Years Eve is coming up, and while I do not follow the practice of being at a loud, boisterous party at the stroke of midnight, I do indulge in that yearly exercise of the New Year resolution.
You know those - with a new year, the mind figures, well, now is a good time to adopt some resolution that will make me a better person in 2008, not, of course, that the 2007 person was all that bad, perhaps a little soft around the middle, and you know, I could stand to eat a little better, in fact, I think I will plan on January 1st by getting up and having a egg-white omelet with fresh spinach and stone-ground wheat toast with flax seed, all to be washed down with some carrot-and-wheat-grass juice, after which I will get out and walk . . no, jog . . . no run five miles. And I'll do that every day. And I'll stop smoking. And watch less TV. And pray the Rosary twice a day.
Truth is, the enthusiasm lasts until about 10:00 am on January 1st, 'round about the same time we are having another cinnamon roll while watching the Rose Parade in our pajamas, some of us having fallen asleep the night before with our makeup on such that we're sporting masacara shiners. And thinking, uh oh, I had one glass of champagne too many last night and woke up this morning with the telephone clutched in my hand . . . who did I call at 2:00 am?
But it does not have to be as dismal a picture I paint. Instead, this year I will aim small. If I set the bar low, how can I fail?
1. I will find and acquire the song "I'm So Pretty" as done by the alternative band, Betty, and what some people may recognize as the opening for the TV show, Fashionably Late with Stacy London.
2. I will finish - finally! - reading G.K. Chesterton's book, "Orthodoxy."
3. I will make sure I wash my face every night and apply moisturizer. Just because I'm tired/it's cold/Project Runway is on is no excuse not to scrape off the makeup.
4. I will pray the Divine Office during Lent each day.
5. I will minimize my use of potty mouth, damn it.
6. I will attend Mass at other parishes. Sometimes it helps to remind oneself of the universal nature of the Catholic church and get away from what may have become too routine in one's own parish. When I went down to visit Gem of the Ocean, it was refreshing to go to Mass at a different church.
7. I will work on procrastinating less . . . tomorrow.
8. I will not drink poor-quality wine. Note I did not say cheap wine - there are decent vintages out there that won't break your budget.
9. I will vote for the candidate I feel is most qualified. IMHO, that is Fred Thompson.
I suppose other resolutions will suggest themselves. Right now I have two children eagerly blowing their horns and playing with the noisemakers I bought for them, although we have about another four hours until midnight. I have a seriously sulking cat, Brother Louis, who is pissed that I am babysitting der Schnauzer while his father is away for the week in Utah and Colorado (I did not want Dante left alone in the backyard at midnight when Santa Ana erupts with gunfire) - pissed off enough to where he turned his feline nose up at shrimp. I have the said Schnauzer wondering why he is here, just where is his father, and hey, these kids are pretty cool to play with! And the Digihusband is playing with his new Garmin GPS system while sitting in his Man Den. In short, it is chaos and I have retreated to my computer for some solitude for a few moments . . .
To all, HAPPY NEW YEAR! Here is to health and happiness in 2008, God willing!