2021 Life Logs, Day 364: Eve of the Last Day of 2021 on the Sixth Day of Christmas
Date: Thursday, December 30, 2021
Weather: Overcast, Misty Rain in the Late PM; High Temp 45, Low Temp 42 degrees F
Location: At Home in The Cottage, East Falmouth, MA
Only one more day in 2021 as this sixth day of Christmas comes to an end. There’s old Irish tradition of opening your door at midnight on the New Year’s Eve to let the old year old and welcome in the new year. I’ve never done that, but I think I will tomorrow night. 2021 has been a tumultuous year for our country and world, so I will gladly usher it out the door and welcome 2022.
I’m continuing my quest to do as little as possible. I continue to work on my puzzle making on a tad of progress. Today I did a wee bit of house cleaning, walked the dog, and started tidying up my photos from 2021. That will continue tomorrow and maybe into the new year. And I had a wonderful phone conversation with my friend Lynne in New Zealand tonight. It was already her New Year’s Eve so we both wished for a happy, healthy 2022. She hopes to come home to Michigan to visit with family this summer and fall and is planning to come spend some time here on Cape Cod with me and my Shadow. The first of many things to look forward to in the new year.
It was almost noon by the time I got around to checking my email. The first one I opened was from Woodwell Climate Research Center and there was a recommendation to watch Earth Emergency, a PBS documentary. For some reason I didn’t receive my December guide from WGBH, so I turned on the TV and gave a voice command for Earth Emergency. It was 12:02 pm when I did this, and it came up that the program was airing on WGHB at 12 noon. I tuned in. Albeit a bit depressing, it is absolutely a “must see.” It airs again at noon on Saturday, January 1 on WGBH. If you don’t get WGBH, check your local PBS station. If at all possible, you should tune in.
Good news—The kittens are back in my good graces. They were not able to breech the new ‘fort’ I built around the hydroponic garden last night. They still won’t let me hold them, but they will let me pet them. I know they miss the Goldpebbles and will be happy when they return on Saturday.