What better way of spending New Year's could be better for me than watching the 2021 GF? That is exactly what I did. A party in my own head. No alcohol necessary. I studied the body language of the players, both teams, from start to finish. It was not just a football match. It's timeless art. I'm sure I'll never tire of it.
The idiotic fireworks started about 9.45pm, a short burst, probably testing, warming up the gathered throng of excitement seekers, many no doubt well oiled already. I was still up at midnight when the fireworks started in earnest and went for a full 10 minutes. The muffled explosions in the distance were loud enough to irritate me, but fortunately I'd put Pip to bed in the garage and there was no scratching at the door, so I assumed her deafness saved her from the panic she has endured over the previous 14 New Year's eve fireworks. During the trial run at 9.45 she lay blissfully unaware on the couch while I went outside to see what was going on, thinking at first the neighbours were having a ding dong banging things or throwing them.
It was a time of contemplation for me. My second New Year's eve in these parts. Last year Ralphie and I were in the caravan park at Pt Elliot. I think we read our books peacefully with no regard for fireworks. The next day, prophetically Jan 1, we drove into Victor Harbor to meet the real estate agent Deb in the LJ Hooker office, where I signed the contract to buy this house where I now sit contemplating the enormous change to my life that 2021 brought. On this day 12 months ago, I got back to Gembrook at about lunchtime, after we stayed in the van at Cresswick the previous night. So much has happened in the twelve moths since, but those memories remain clear.
What will 2022 bring? No doubt Covid media coverage will again dominate. Pressure is mounting to have a booster vaccination which is due in March for us, but apparently advice is to have it brought forward to Feb or even January. Makes you wonder. Is vaccination really effective? Necessary? I feel uncertain about it. If I took medical advice I'd be on drugs to lower my cholesterol and my blood pressure, and still be taking methotrexate tablets and Orencia injections for my RA, both of which I ditched over two years ago. I'm 70 next birthday and although I have no desire to run or climb trees I feel in perfect health. I'm drug free and happy, despite the media telling me constantly and loudly that disaster is waiting for me at every turn.
Best wishes for 2022 to all.
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