Monday, December 31, 2007

The New Year Post




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Boom! said the kuwitis.
Damn! That's just kuwitis.


As I type, fireworks are blasting away just outside our house, courtesy of the rowdy party palace this neighborhood of ours turns into every time the New Year comes around. We have thick concrete walls and good windows with metal bars, but all that padding seems to be doing very little in keeping the blasts at a minimum, since every subsequent explosion is enough to rattle the wind chimes hanging on the inside of the front door.


I don't know what they're putting in local fireworks these days, but we could start a war with some of them, methinks.

I almost had to celebrate New Year's eve with a bum leg due to a traumatized callus on the sole of my foot, but a quick trip to the hospital took care of that. Now I can positively hobble faster than a tortoise, which means that I don't need a cane to move about the house - which makes this a pretty damn good way of capping the year.

Happy New Year to you folks, and don't let the gunpowder get the best of you!

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