Something has possessed me to make another entry -- two days in a row, if I'm not careful, this could become a habit. I've been running around preparing for New Year's Day (I will usually make some cabbage dish with a quarter in it) and have this year decided to try Corned Beef and Cabbage.
Oddly enough, it seems that Corned Beef and Cabbage is not festive enough for holidays in sweet mother Ireland, nor is it a native dish. Apparently it hails from New York City's Irish immigrant community. I'm too lazy for a cite right now. I doubt I'll make it to midnight, though lately I've found that staying up until midnight sober isn't nearly as interesting as my youthful experiences with New Year's Eve.
My daughter left early this afternoon to spend the holiday with her friends at WKU (Western Kentucky University) and has registered by phone her safe arrival. Driving for her is all about freedom. I suppose it was for all of us once. Funny how such a freedom can eventually seem like a prison, isn't it?
I'm off to watch a little TV, drink some Soy Milk, and rest before I walk the dog this evening -- 10:PM every night. I wish I could do everything this regularly. When the time comes and he's not there to drag me out, I will miss him terribly. Ten PM will become a terrible bittersweet memory. To rest, to rest, for later comes the test.
