I don't make resolutions so you won't read any of those here. I just live one day at a time, and live it best I can.
Christmas is over at my house. I think I have it all clear out except my little gold bell that has hung in my house every Christmas since my once young kids were very small. You can pull the string that is attached to it and it will play "Jingle Bells". The reason for not taking it down, I can't reach it, so I'm waiting for someone to come by and take it down for me. All the kids of mine, my grandchildren and great-grandchildren have pulled that string and enjoyed it. Now I'll put it away for another Christmas. It's getting a bit worn, but the knot in the string doesn't keep it from playing "Jingle Bells".
I didn't go out to celebrate the birth of the new year, but I did crawl under the covers of my warm bed and watch the crowds in the big cities as they celebrate. I miss Guy Lombardy and his band on New Years Eve. Now you young ones don't know who that was. Olde Lang Syne ain't the same any more. That group had class !
I made a nice dinner for my daughter and her husband on New Years Day. We had the tradition black-eyed peas and cabbage, creamed potatoes, and pork and sourkraut. Boneless pork ribs substituted for the hog jowl that my late husband and I use to cook. That is the traditional meat for good luck on that day. I'm no Rachel Raye, but I've got more experience in the kitchen than she does and I can cook something other than an Italion dish. Just good old home-cooking. The peach cobbler was good, too.