|"My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near"
|He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
Now in moving to the New Year which will happen quietly here for the two of us, we have no desire to be out and about on this of all nights. Jerry laughs, "It's the worst of nights, too many amateur drunks out there." The warm comfort of our home suits us just fine. There is much to be said about contentment. Truly I do not think I have seen a midnight hour since I don't know when, my eyelids will not stay open that long, so tonight will be no different. Tomorrow is the Rose Parade and bowl games, we here on the Wisconsin border will be rooting for Wisconsin in the Bowl and watching with interest, Monty Ball, Wisconsin Badger go to guy and whom I say is my cousin. Based on the DNA research that Ancestry.com has done for me I have 7th and 8th cousins all over, so who knows. Somewhere in the Ball genealogy are many secrets.....This New Year's poem by Edgar Guest is a great way to close the old and welcome the new year. Happy New Year to all of you..