I tried to take pictures the other night, with a new little video Flip camera that I got for Christmas. Pretty slick, but not for moonlight. If you want to see a blue moon at midnight from the kick sleds shushing down Round Lake Road, you’ll have to come and experience it for yourself. It’s something, every tree is magic winter midnight blue … and it was a fine Welcome-In-The-New Year memory for our family.
I love reliving 2009 during the New Year’s holiday, I remember in high school reading Hope for the Flowers, a groovy book about caterpillars that I never fully appreciated. I saved it, because I thought maybe it was profound and maybe one day I would figure it all out. Still, I don’t like that book, but I was reminded recently of one excerpt —
“How does one become a butterfly,” she asked pensively.
“You must want to fly so much you are willing to give up being a caterpillar”
“You mean die?”
“Yes and no,” he answered. “What looks like you will die, but what’s really you will still live.”
I’m still working on that whole concept. I have to admit on New Years Eve, I found my same old self again, dragging my heels, trying to linger in 2009. I really LIKED 2009. I like my kids, I like my experiences, I want to hang on, scrapping for every minute, every memory. Guess it’s a good thing that I don’t get to choose…and now my job is to charge ahead to 2010— Onward! Happy New Year!