Happy! Happy! Happy New Year!
I was up for midnight. About all that happened where some of the neighbors setting off shotguns. I think they were after the night flying stork. Thankfully, I am not a horse. Today is, I think, the common Thoroughbred birthday. Birthdays aren’t as much fun as they used to be either and this New Year’s Day fit that mold.
I thought I might watch a bit of the parades. The Rose Bowl is an interesting event. It really morphed into commercial splendor where every corporate sponsored float wins a trophy. Kind of like a Kiddy Dog Show in that respect. I really rather watch the Mummer’s Parade. Always seemed like a wonderful put on and who doesn’t love a bunch of queens with marching banjos. Only two stations are showing the Rose one with CBS opting for the Grinch role with regular programming all day. I’ll avoid guessing if The Price is Right.
On the nachos and football front, just one game offered by broadcast TV and one that is a bit anticlimactic like so many bowl games these days. There are more bowls than in a soup kitchen.
But, it’s the New Year. That’s at least a happy event for us old goats. We got past the reaper one more go. But that is also a daily mantra.
On the bummer front was a little article my RSS feed brought to my attention promoting the commercial/government/lobbyist joys on this New Year Day. Looks like I won’t even get to watch:
Guess I’ll start with an early AM Mimosa
and cheering for the Sunsweet Float