Happy Tomorrow

Once again we arrive at that age-old fabrication called the "New Year." I'm ready for it, with a brand new wall calendar ready to go. But alas, that's all that will be new starting tomorrow, unless something wild and crazy happens to me today, which I doubt and definitely hope doesn't.

A new year is not really very new, except for those calendars. To make it more exciting, this year I purchased two wall calendars, one for the kitchen featuring Japanese Woodblock prints and the other for my art studio showing the paintings of Mark Rothko. I look forward to seeing both of those on a daily basis.

To ring in the same-as-always next year, my husband and I plan to have dinner at our favorite sushi restaurant where we dine about once a week, so nothing new there unless we break from tradition and order something different. (I might suggest that.)`

Like the Buddhists, or somebody like them I forget who, say: It's all one day. Sometimes it's dark outside and sometimes it's light outside. So I'm wishing a happy tonight and of course a happy tomorrow to all of my loyal friends who are reading this.