New Year's Eve Adventures

  

As mentioned in my previous post, I had no special plans for New Year's Eve. Just as well! As expected, it started out as just another very grey day. I managed a short walk before noon, just to stretch my legs a bit, before locking myself in for the rest of the day. By then, it was just beginning to snow a litte - but just a few very small white flakes in the air while I was out, nothing on the ground yet. Back home, and preparing lunch an hour or so later, this was the view from my kitchen window:

I made my traditional New Year quiche (for lunch and supper + a couple of pieces to put in the freezer for another day)  (N.b. only traditional in a personal sense. I don't really know what other people typically eat on New Year's Eve - that probably varies even more than the traditions at Christmas.) 

Outdoors, it continued to snow...

 

... until, towards evening, the outdoors temperature rose a few degrees, and the snow turned to rain, and winds started to increase as well... Which for a while almost lured one to think that maybe it would be a rather quiet new year after all, because, who would want to be out in that weather?!

I had a lazy afternoon watching three episodes in a row of the American series Virgin River on Netflix (the last three of season 6, recently released).  That seemed to put me in a kind of American Outback mood, because the film from my DVD archives that I chose to watch in the evening was Fried Green Tomatoes - which I can't recall when I last saw. (I enjoyed getting re-acquainted with it, though.)

After that I was really just longing to go to bed, and I even "sort of" did - but of course only just in time for the usual seemingly endless Big Bang midnight fireworks show (all over town) to break out after all - starting well before midnight, and going on for nearly an hour into the new year, before it finally started to die down. So I got back up again, as after all it's more fun to watch the spectacle than just lying in bed listening to it...

Some time after 1 a.m. or so, it had died down enough for me to finally try and get some sleep. How much longer before I actually entered Dreamland, I'm not sure.

... The night between the Old Year and the New can be a Magic one, though; and in this case, when I woke up this morning (around 10 am), and made my usual reality-check with the World, I was made aware that far from just sleeping, it seemed I had been off on nightly adventures to a remote island at the end of the world; where I had landed by parachuting from a plane, had been presented with a prestigeous award, and celebrated together with a whole gang of other bloggers from around the world - some of which had sailed there, while others, like myself, parachuted.

With all this excitement going on I had evidently forgotten to take photos of my own; so I asked Bing Image Creator for assistance.

If you don't believe this actually happened, I don't blame you - but further proof of the events may be found on Yorkshire Pudding's blog here. The award received has now also been duly placed in the sidebar of my blog (also with a link, in case future readers should have their doubts about its authenticity as well). 

All is well that ends well, as the saying goes...

As for 2025, it seems like I woke up in my own bed, and my flat seems the same; but outdoors it's raining so much that I have not actually been out to explore the surroundings and to make sure everything is still in its right place. The local news app tells me that the rain has actually caused quite a lot of flooding in the area (my immediate neighbourhood not mentioned in that context, though). It also seems the police had their hands full last night (which is alas not unusual at New Year). And it's still raining...

Luckily I think I have supplies enough to just stay in for a while longer, if needed!