We spent a quiet evening with a very simple dinner of burgers and salad. My family would show slides every year starting with Dad in the military (conscripted as a college graduate) and we were asking for “when we were borned.”
One year in my historic life I went out for New Years’ Eve, to a party with friends for an hour. Sober, I returned to my place and was too close to the errant car that got into our parking lot. I parked on the street to be nice.
The next morning ten cars were crushed together and mine was the worst. The front left wheel was sheared from the axle. My car was totaled. Of course the damage was more than my insurance would pay.
Also, the City would never let me know who caused that accident (definitely a politician or his child) and it’s bugged me all these years. I didn’t go back to seeing slides, but find New Years’ Eve not a good time to go out.
Here’s to staying in and going to sleep before eleven! Dee
Cooking with Dee 