Darn, I already broke two of my resolutions. I’n not even going to mention what they were. What’s the point, right?
My son, his girlfriend and my two grandsons came for lunch yesterday. I actually cooked. After a disastrous, or at least disappointing catered Christmas dinner, I decided we should make lunch. Ross and I don’t do much cooking anymore. It’s just laziness, really. But I’ve discovered that we are out of practice. That’s why I was pleasantly surprised when the chicken parmesan and ziti with marinara sauce turned out really good. I must admit I did closely follow this recipe I found on All Recipes.
We’ve been binge watching the Amazon prime video series “The Man in the High Castle”. We finished season one last night and watched episodes 1,2 & 3 of season two while we waited for the ball to drop.
The series is based on a book of the same name written in 1962 by Phillip K. Dick.
Src. Wikipedia: "The Man in the High Castle (1962) is an alternative history novel by American writer Philip K. Dick. Set in 1962, fifteen years after an alternative ending to World War II, the novel concerns intrigues between the victorious Axis Powers—Imperial Japan, Nazi Germanyand Fascist Italy—as they rule over the former United States, as well as daily life under the resulting totalitarian rule. The Man in the High Castle won the Hugo Award for Best Novel in 1963.”
I have not read the book. The series is well done. I highly recommend it. The premise is fascinating and terrifying.
When we changed the TV back to “Dick Clark’s Rockin’ New Year’s Eve, we caught Mariah Cary’s disastrous performance. It was pretty embarrassing. Apparently, there are conflicting stories as to what actually happened. She is such a diva, really, she is!
Then the ball dropped and everyone shouted “Happy New Year!” And we quietly wished each other, “Happy New Year.”
And so we begin again. Gosh, it’s astonishing when I think about how many New Year’s days I have now lived. There are times when I find myself being “ho hum" about holidays. The phrase “Been there done that” comes to mind.
But some experiences, like the one tonight, still take my breath away.
Lady Venus winkled and twinkled in tonight’s indigo sky, flirting with a silvery sliver of a crescent moon.