New Years= the color Blue

I have lived through many New Years. It timelines our life as much as our birthdays, and anniversaries . As a child it seem to be part of the Christmas celebration

Tables full of food, and long distance relatives ( short distance now days) would show up for the feast .Some times there was some exchanging of gifts . The house would fill with the aroma of Ham ,or Turkey baking in the oven. The other thing that was a tradition at New Years was watching the Mummers Day Parade on TV, first it was in Black and White, then just before I was married the color TV showed up in livid color, and colorful it was.

The Mummers was a Philadelphia tradition going back long before my father,traditionally it was an all male event, I believe in the late 70s or 80s they started to allow women to join in. It was something we would look forward to , it would dominate our TV for at least 8 hours , definitely  a huge parade. The introduction of the mandated digital signal , we total lost Philadelphia’s  TV stations so I have no idea if the parade was Televised . It is so unlikeable the eliminating of past traditions and habitual pleasures  that we took for granted , like watching thirty TV stations off an antenna with no cost but what the equipment originally cost . Missing  listening to Ball games on the radio, they totally disappeared here . You get my rant here .

Many of my New Years as an young adult of course was spent in bed, or my head in a bucket, of course making an ass out of myself on New Years Eve was very easy back then. Fortunately for me I outgrew the need to drink early , and my career made it impossible. There was a few New Years where spent trying to catch up at work, cause Christmas had a way of decimating everything we tried to accomplish the other eleven months.

I spent many of New Years with my yellow pads, in a contemplating mode, mapping out the next twelve months, figuring on a future that will be more robust, more agreeable , more controlled. I still out the finical documents and my correspondents then box them away in hopes that every thing would start anew, of course it really don’t .

I am not please with past Year at all.

This New Years Eve dinner was  at one of my daughters and it was Great . As you get older one finds themselves being more of a guest and less of a leader of the band.I found myself crashing in my recliner minutes after twelve

Today we went to the mother in laws, and the roads were filled with travelers. It did not seem like January one, even some of the shopping centers where open with few customers. The weather was unseasonable warm,with a few raindrops from scattered clouds. Nothing seem to resemble the New Years of my days gone by.

Today is the the Solemnity of Mary, Mother of God. The Seventh  day of Christmas by earlier Christian traditions . It is the First day of the Calendar year that I am familiar with. It should not feel like a normal run of the mill kind of day.

I think the way we started to push Christmas so early, the demand on making it the big Highlight of the year, and the incredible stress we put on ourselves has taken so much away from Day one. Even the visible fight of secular and Christian observance is becoming a tag that’s in constant battle. Maybe it is the mood I am in , the weariness of the political ,economic and frustrating news has taken it’s toll, and New Years is my first causality. New Years always seem to have a blue hue to it, It hard to explain unless you dabble in visual art, or into spiritual moods, I always relate Blue to New Years. It has a fresh appeal but a cold feeling.I truly find this New Year to be Blue.

 

Park 2012

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