The “new” year is almost here and as usual, I’m worrying. What didn’t I accomplish in 2009? What’s the outlook for 2010 — will I be healthy, will I travel, and who or what will disappear, what will change for better or worse, by the time 2011 arrives? As you can tell, I’m not a champagne cork-popping, dancing, party boy on New Year’s Eve. I spend December 31 at home, listening to music, reading through some favorite novels and poems, looking at photography and art books, staring at the flames in the fireplace. I do rouse myself from contemplation long enough to eat and drink something delicious — that’s the extent of my “New Year’s celebrations.”
January 1? More of the same…