God, I hate New Year's Eve, the whole New Year's business. ...
It always makes me think of one of the lines that Dickens has Scrooge ascribe to Christmas: A time for finding yourself another year older and not an hour richer.
That said. ...
I plan to make myself a nice dinner of steak, pasta, and salad. I'm invited to an open house in the evening. Then I'll probably go by the Usual Watering Hole to ring in the New Year.
New Year's Day will feature a good Pennsylvania German New Year's Day dinner of pork and sauerkraut (baked pork chops in my case). Philadelphia has its annual New Year's Day Mummers' Parade, which passes up South Broad Street right under my windows (you still see more on television
), but this year rain is apt to ruin the festivities, possibly even postpone them, depending on how fast that storm comes in from Texas.