Monday, December 31, 2007

Fast away the old year passes...

Outside it's cold and very blustery with the promise of snow by morning. I'm having a quiet, peaceful New Year's Eve, inside and cozy with chocolate, hot ginger peach tea, a stack of books, a couple of sacked-out fuzzybutt cats, and flannel sheets which will soon be fresh and warm from the dryer.

May your evening be as lovely.

May the new year bring you fabulous music, more good poems than you can shake a stick at (although why you'd shake a stick at poems, I don't know -- must be one of those newfangled metaphor thingies), something new learned every day, and love & solitude in precisely the right proportions.

Farewell, 2007 -- don't let the door hit you in the ass. Hello, 2008! A very happy new year to one & all.

7 comments:

~ said...

Happy 2008 to you as well!

Cheers!

RJGibson said...

Happy Aught-Eight!

Pamela said...

Now I want to shake sticks at poems (instead of pointing fingers). That is so funny! Happy New Year, Anne--your blog always makes me think and always cheers me up (one and the same most times).

Collin said...

Happy New Year, Anne!

Montgomery Maxton said...

Happy 8 Lady Anne

Can't wait for the Kelley/Haines 08 World Tour!

Sheryl said...

Happy 2008!

I'm with you on 2007.

Anne said...

Thanks, y'all, and happy new year to you!