New Year’s Day 2004
It is New Year’s Day.
The start of a new year, a chance for a new beginning, a defining moment after which exists the promise of prosperity and happiness.
Picture yourself in my California ranch-style home. It is late morning, overcast and rainy. The Rose Parade drones on in the background, not quite drowning out the drip-drip sound of rain water filtering through my dining room ceiling and plonking into a steadily filling two-quart aluminum pan.
If you listen even more closely, you might just be able to hear me quietly and repeatedly banging my head into the wall as I celebrate the coming of a new year in my own special way.
*sigh*
