2002-01-01 @ 11:32 a.m.

so. its 2002. and im much more excited about the concept of the new year than i thought i would be. its a slow day. D has gone to do some construction work on the building for a couple of hours. we slept until almost 10am. its now 1130 and im in my pajamas. folks walk and jog by my window wrapped in nanook hats, scarves, mittens, turtlenecks, fleece jackets and puffy down parkas. its a chilly day. i think im going to watch one of our rented movies this afternoon. and tonight. theres dinner with the family. at a restaurant about forty five minutes away.

and i just felt like writing. because. you know. its new years day. and last night was fun. and full of friends. and thats reason enough. but also. i wanted to write. because. you know. its two thousand two. which is just. cool.

and last night was great. so much greater than expected. we stayed here at our house. and friends came over. and we cooked. six people in the kitchen, cooking separate lasagnas for the vegetarians and for the meateaters. and salad. and yummy homemade bread, made and brought all the way from northern maine, by dave. and played cards. and made new friends. and laughed. a lot. and hugged. and sighed. and took pictures. and counted down. and D and dave played their guitars and sang. and joe sang his harmonies from the other side of the room. and we. the girls. sat on the couch and admired our boys musical talents. and at the end of the night. toasted to everyone with non-alcoholic wine and sparkling apple cider. because that. is how we do it.