Yes, I said date and not dates. I’ve only gone out on a New Year’s Eve date one time in my life. I’m a down to earth girl, so it never really bothered me not to go out, but I’m not quite as down to earth as the person who took me out that year.
It’s not even a long story. We went to see True Grit starring John Wayne. The movie theater was dead that night.
Now . . . I’m not opposed to John Wayne movies. My dad loved them and I ended up buying him as many of the John Wayne movies as I could find – spread out over each gift-giving holiday that came around. I guess because of all that exposure, I didn’t think much of my fun night out. I ended the date after the movie – politely – but that was that. I guess I had some preconceived, unmet, unexpressed expectation that New Year’s Eve would be a little more EXCITING – but what did I know? I grew up in Smalltownville. Perhaps my date did too.
All these years later, I find myself smiling today. You may or may not know what’s out in the theaters now. It’s a remake of True Grit starring Jeff Bridges. I think the weather here is going to be too miserable, cold, wet/snowy to go anywhere this evening – but a part of me thinks I should go – for Auld Lang Syne – or something like that.
Nah! Once was enough.
As I wind down the year I just want to say how grateful I’ve been for my blogging buddies. I’ve learned a lot by reading your thoughts and accomplishments. I’ve also learned a lot by reading the comments at the end of your blogs and mine. I am inspired everyday by what folks can do. It keeps me interested in this old planet I put my feet on every morning when I get out of bed (well not til I get downstairs, I guess.)
I’ve found great recipes, great knitting patterns, great free eBooks, great photos, great humor, great poems, great stories of personal kindness that sound fictional. It makes me want to come back for more – but also to do more myself.
I think Goodnight has New Year’s Eve planned for us, but she did ask me to read another story or two, first.
Last night she had her head on my lap again, listening to the old Christmas story I decided to read to her. So much for easing her into drowsiness. It was so funny that I laughed aloud til I couldn’t speak. She bolted upright from my lap and asked me to prove that’s what it said and that I hadn’t made it up. I hadn’t made it up.
The short Christmas piece I read was called Hoodoo McFiggin’s Christmas by Stephen Leacock.
Leacock was born in England and moved to Canada when he was six years old. He died in 1944, so you have an idea of the era in which he wrote. He was a humorist. Jack Benny and Groucho Marx were fans of Leacock’s humor. Hoodoo McFiggin’s Christmas doesn’t give away his Canadian influence, but another selection we read last night did. It was peppered with ‘eh?’ Even Goodnight guessed where he was from.
Hoodoo McFiggin’s Christmas is not very long at all. You can read it in under thirty minutes. Here’s a link to a web page that has it nicely done: http://www.operationlettertosanta.com/Tales/hoodoo_mcfiggins_christmas.htm The piece is in public domain and available on the Project Gutenberg website, too. It’s from a larger work called Literary Lapses by Stephen Leacock.
Though Leacock was a humorist, not all of his writing was funny. In his piece ”Merry Christmas” from the same work, Literary Lapses, we find Santa Claus very sad because of WWI. He has a conversation with Father Time. Very poignant. It’s not long, either. Check it out if you don’t have a New Year’s Eve date to go see True Grit!
Happy New Year and farewell to MMX!