Kage Baker cherished New Year’s Day, as a place to rest before one starts with a new year.
I’d like to think I’m honouring that tradition. Actually, what I’ve done today is sleep. I’ve given much affectionate thought to how we spent our New Year’s Days when Kage and I were young – but what I’ve actually been honouring is my bed.
What Kage was actually honouring, most of the New Year’s, was food. It’s a day for food. We often had picnic lunches, somewhere relatively level in the Hollywood Hills – in a pinch, at the Hollywood Bowl. In a wet pinch, in the car at the Bowl. When we lived in Pismo Beach, we’d drive North a ways until we found a nice turnout with a view of the Pacific, and have our picnic there. Harry liked those; he got to yell at the sea gulls while helping us eat lunch.
(What, you don’t take your pets driving with you?)
Then there’s the festive food of the day: ham, potato salad, yams, Hoppin’ John and collard greens and coleslaw with pineapples in. We used to start the day with home-made Egg McMuffins – I had a fried egg mold – because in the long ago and far away, McDonald’s occasionally closed and they were a rare treat. This year, as we usually do in Kimberly’s household, the day began with bagels and lox and cream cheese: a much better choice! The food itself hardly matters; the point is that you eat it with a purpose. It’s New Year’s Day food.
Thus far, my traditional resolution of survival is holding firm and doing well. I’m hoping to focus it a little more , though. I think I need to pay a little more attention to this resolution in the coming year – winging it was not a notable success in 2015. Toward this end, I’m going to try to pay a little less attention to on-line nonsense: just make sure my friends are still alive, and restrict my aetheric cruising to actual news and research sites. Information, not gossip! You have to be careful. Even though I already peruse very few social media, many of the people I love best in the world are already posturing, politicizing and quarreling. But hey, my heart lives in a small fractious village.
I’ve managed to write the date 3 times so far, and I’ve gotten it right every time! My blood sugar is low and I haven’t gained weight. I’ll have written a little on 3 stories by the time I go to bed tonight. Not too bad a start.
Begin as you mean to go on: that was one of Kage’s favourite philosophies, too. I mean to honour that one as well. As Kage always added, it lessens the confusion as the time goes on.
It’s so much easier to remember what you were doing then, when things get noisy and the shrapnel starts flying. Excelsior!