Perfection

 

See, there's no obligation to stay up late and celebrate new years, turning of clock and calendar which is entirely a human construct. There were those who thought, 24 years ago, that the arrival of the year 2000 would trigger the End Time. Their God is too small!

Top. In son Joe's living room in Louisville, Kentucky, where he lives, two kitty cats warming before the fireplace.

New Years Eve. Breakfast, soft-scrambled eggs, one slice bacon, one slice pan-cooked tomato, pretty much our standard Sunday morning meal. After church to Pruitt to visit Malinda. On the way home,Linda remembered someone telling online how they had come from Alabama to eat at Bayou Joe's and had a superlative seafood dinner, so we headed for Massalina Bayou; but we do not do queues, stand in lines, wait for our table to be called, so off to Captain's Table: no wait, two dozen raw half-shell oysters, a whole mullet, fried, OMG. Topping it off, Linda had the mullet fillets instead of the whole mullet, three large whole sides and one brought home for Uncle Bubba's Monday morning breakfast: whole wheat bread, mayonnaise, fried fillet of mullet. New Years Eve supper: 177 calories, a can of Abita root beer poured over ice. Abita's root beer is made with Louisiana Cane Sugar, no caffeine.

Perfection continues. From a decades-ago Apalachicola parishioner friend's Fb page, a peek at Neil deGrasse Tyson's page, photographs most magnificent. In this minuscule speck of the sky, each dot is a galaxy with billions of stars, each star with planets. Yet here we are on earth, warring and killing each other like neighboring anthills, a favorite simile.

And that one ^

New Years Day. A moment in Time. Life goes on. I've enjoyed mine, and am still. You enjoy too!

RSF&PTL

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