We had a quiet evening at home New Years. We watched the ball drop in NYC, drank sparkling cider, and marvelled at Dick Clark's ever-young appearance.
On New Years Day we watched the Rose Parade on TV, then went snow shoeing in Weber canyon. The fresh snow was beautiful, and we had a great time! (Jack of course, is a marathoner, so I had a hard time keeping up with him.)
On New Years Day we watched the Rose Parade on TV, then went snow shoeing in Weber canyon. The fresh snow was beautiful, and we had a great time! (Jack of course, is a marathoner, so I had a hard time keeping up with him.)
So, it's the 11th today, and we finally took down our Christmas tree last night. It was a few weeks later this year, but we're always a little sad when it comes down.
I already miss the twinkling lights. I love their cheerful greeting as I stumble out of bed and am getting ready for work when it's still pitch black outside.
It's this time of year, after all the fun of the holidays, that I start dreaming of some nice tropical beach somewhere. I need sunshine in my life. Maybe it's time to plan another scuba trip...
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