Despite the discussion and confusion of who was doing what for New Years Eve, it was yet again a great evening of friends and family. There was much debate over who's house would be destroyed by the neighborhood revelers, but in the end we "ended" up outside for the end of the old decade and the dawn of the new one which we all hope will bring continued health and happiness.
The fire rings burned until the wee hours and there was much banter and laughter. The smell of the burning poplar still remains on my coat, clothes and body lingering like the good memories of a classic evening.
One of my favorite parts of yesterday was a brief discussion that took place in the kitchen of Mark and Michelle. Tim and Maggie were there as well and we were talking about what constitutes art, the conversation prompted by a visit to the MFA in Boston. Mark pulled up a few short poems from the Internet, (The Red Wheelbarrow) that illustrated the simplicity in which art can be created and appreciated.
Inspired, I'll pass along my Ode to the Neighborhood.
Choose any one of the open doors
Lift a pint, spirits, or even a fridge
I like it here.
Friday, January 1, 2010
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