Mom in New Mexico, 1941 (in horseback riding clothes)
New Year’s Eve in Honolulu in the late 1960s was a mad affair…streets littered with red paper, driving home at 1:00 AM after a party through clouds of sulphur. It was as if the Devil had come to town and had a party. But that was then.
Here in Washington DC the big fireworks affair is on the 4th of July…what the locals call “A Capital Affair.” And, it all happens on the Mall. Fireworks in the neighborhoods are verboten owing to the fire hazards these old houses present.
Time was we heard plenty of firecrackers on New Year’s Eve in our neighborhood…they kept us awake with the occasional burst of noise throughout the evening of December 31 (which tells you what we were doing). Last night we heard nothing…not one firecracker. Obviously, this is not something the over 65 generation does, or the young, up-at-dawn to run or bicycle, professionals who live in our neighborhood do either. Not one firecracker…what’s the world coming to?
New Year’s Day I was up at 5:30 and in the pool by 7:30. I pretty much had it to myself until one old guy came in the pool room and shouted …”My wife says I have to come to the pool.” After a while a woman joined me in the pool and I told her what the man had said. “I am his wife,” she laughed. He has heart trouble and I thought this would be good for him.
My SIL, a man of few words, called me this AM…early. He had been up all night with my daughter, age 52, who had surgery last night for appendicitis and is doing well. She is to come home tomorrow Bill says. Hospital staff don’t mess around these days, getting you up and on your feet as soon as possible.
Not like the days when my Mom at age 13 in 1929 had the same operation, and lay in a hospital bed for several weeks. She developed the adhesions from this surgery which plagued her the rest of her life, and led to her early death at age 55 from a strangled bowel which led to peritonitis.
I spent several hours this morning rearranging my schedule around my aqua fitness and yoga classes. This project is one of my New Year’s resolutions, and I intend to stick to it. Recently, Grannymar (link in blogroll) provided a roundup of the results of efforts she undertook last year, and I thought I might adopt some of them. I like the idea of doing one special thing each month…visit a museum, go to a play, etc. I also like her idea of making a new friend each month. Perhaps I could start by making a friend of the woman I met New Year’s Day in the pool, although I did not get good vibes about her loud husband. I just don’t like loud noises.