We always, always, always... save New Year's for a gathering of friends at the "Blue House" in East Texas' Piney Woods, hosted by the McCords.
A mid-week New Year's Day has a few scheduling issues (NY 2013 was a Tuesday), nothing that can't be overcome. This year's plan as it evolved was for Grant and me to go out Saturday (29th) afternoon and have a good time. Inga was dealing with some unfavorable reactions to medications prescribed over her Christmas break by the CF Clinic, so she and Sue opted to come out on the 31st for NY Eve and the following day.
Suffice it to say, there is much merriment and jovial samplings of wine and port, always a community jigsaw puzzle to be cursed through the wee hours as we former parents of toddlers discuss college and careers unfolding before our "kids" and then do some commiserating on our 'old age' problems while we shake our heads at some of the choices of our older parents. There is a whole lot of living to be done at the Blue House at the end of each year.
Cooking duties are shared by each arriving family, usually includes a lunch and a dinner. The Blue House kitchen accumulates heaps of snacks and sweets and since nobody wants to skimp and come up embarrassingly short on their designated feast day - there is always a cornucopia of leftovers tucked back on the counter and in the fridge. Blessings all around as we all get more round! What fun!
The Christmas Day snow had melted quickly as the Texas winter returned to sunny 60's, but a forecast of rain for NY Eve threatened to put a damper on the usual fantabulous flaming fireworks free-for-all. The solution was to do some igniting of fireworks one night early just in case. But keep your powder dry for something big on New year's Eve - no matter what.
The wine was mighty fine.
The fireworks flew with flaming fanaticism into the rainy black sky.
And,
The women were moms and college & young career girls - that's all I gotta say about that.
Happy New Year!
A mid-week New Year's Day has a few scheduling issues (NY 2013 was a Tuesday), nothing that can't be overcome. This year's plan as it evolved was for Grant and me to go out Saturday (29th) afternoon and have a good time. Inga was dealing with some unfavorable reactions to medications prescribed over her Christmas break by the CF Clinic, so she and Sue opted to come out on the 31st for NY Eve and the following day.
Suffice it to say, there is much merriment and jovial samplings of wine and port, always a community jigsaw puzzle to be cursed through the wee hours as we former parents of toddlers discuss college and careers unfolding before our "kids" and then do some commiserating on our 'old age' problems while we shake our heads at some of the choices of our older parents. There is a whole lot of living to be done at the Blue House at the end of each year.
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| Some find diversion with a rowdy board game at the dining table |
Cooking duties are shared by each arriving family, usually includes a lunch and a dinner. The Blue House kitchen accumulates heaps of snacks and sweets and since nobody wants to skimp and come up embarrassingly short on their designated feast day - there is always a cornucopia of leftovers tucked back on the counter and in the fridge. Blessings all around as we all get more round! What fun!
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| Donna, our hostess at the Blue House Readies "Greens for Money" in 2013 |
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| Inga is unprepared for one of her father's puns I think it is nice to be so appreciated |
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| Inga prepares her pulled pork loin specialty New Year's Eve Dinner |
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| Sue & Inga cook this year's Suneson dinner using Inga's recipes |
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| Grant watches one of the Bowl Games while Pogo offers some consulation |
The Christmas Day snow had melted quickly as the Texas winter returned to sunny 60's, but a forecast of rain for NY Eve threatened to put a damper on the usual fantabulous flaming fireworks free-for-all. The solution was to do some igniting of fireworks one night early just in case. But keep your powder dry for something big on New year's Eve - no matter what.
The wine was mighty fine.
The fireworks flew with flaming fanaticism into the rainy black sky.
And,
The women were moms and college & young career girls - that's all I gotta say about that.
Happy New Year!
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