Today is the last day of the year 2009; I’m writing my final blog entry of the year still dressed in my PJs, even though it’s almost five o’clock in the afternoon. When I decided to pamper myself by spending the entire day in my pyjamas I should have known that visitors would arrive at my home in the middle of the afternoon and find me in this state of disarray. The same law that ensures the phone will ring the moment I lower myself into a hot bath apparently also guarantees that unexpected visitors will arrive smack in the middle of ‘pyjama day’.
I’m surprised my guests didn’t turn and run when they caught sight of me at the door—un-brushed hair standing on end, knit slippers on my feet and a comfy fleece lounge outfit covering my lazy body. In hindsight I suppose I shouldn’t have answered the bell, but I couldn’t very well leave my friends standing in the freezing winter air after they braved the cold to come see me, so I put on a sheepish face and welcomed them inside.
Tonight is New Year’s Eve, and my afternoon visitors talked a little bit about their plans to ring in the New Year—house parties seem to be the rage this year. Those of you who know me personally will understand that I have no heart to celebrate tonight; since the death of my husband/soul mate/childhood sweetheart two weeks ago I am struggling to just get through a day at a time, so my New Year’s Eve will be a quiet one spent at home, in my nightgown, in bed with my computer and a good book.
But I do understand the desire to welcome in a new year, to hope for fresh beginnings and a future full of possibilities. So enjoy New Year’s Eve, my friends, in whatever manner you choose, and we’ll talk again in 2010.
All the best.