And here we are. It’s so funny to look out the windows the morning after New Year’s Eve and see that things are relatively The Same. Even after all that ruckus last night – sheesh. We blew our house up.
I think this was the best New Year’s Eve I have ever had. For one thing, I made it up til almost midnight, and for another, we were able to have some fireworks. And, there was a lot of partying going on around us, other people with rockets and ordinances, and yeah, guns. It was loud, but festive. Nobody had any loud music or drunken behavior in our area, it was just fun. We could hear children laughing, lots of happy voices. And, I could tell by the lack of cars – people were staying at home. We almost invited my older son and his gal to stay for the hoopla, but decided we didn’t want them to drive after dark, gave them a string of firecrackers and a bunch of BBQ chicken legs and sent them home at 4:00.
We’ve been working at getting chores done, getting our house cleaned up for 2014. Blowing up our candy house was something we looked forward to as an END, time to begin again. I took our tiny Christmas tree down yesterday too, because I’m superstitious, and I don’t like to have the Christmas decorations up in the new year. I would have liked to have a pinata – maybe next year.
As darkness fell, we started to prepare our little house for departure.
We have been saving this string of firecrackers for so long, with the drought and everything, we were afraid to use them. We have a little spot in our far back yard where my kid built himself a little “putting green” – he made a lump of dirt, smoothed it over perfect, and put an old piece of carpet over it. Voila – which means, kept my kid busy for two straight days! And now we have a launchpad for our explosives, it’s great.
Round One and our little house was obviously worse for the wear, but still standing. We had to do something before squatters moved in, so we loaded her up again.
I was amazed at the construction of this tiny house, three rounds of mini-dynamite, and the roof was still intact. I can’t cite American workmanship here – the kit was made in China, where the little house was pre-assembled. All we did was embellish.
We turned in early, about 10 pm, but at midnight, I woke to the sound of Biscuit’s tiny feet, and she came timidly into our bedroom to tell us all Hell had busted loose outside. For about three solid minutes, we could hear every sort of firepower there is – well, no H-Bomb, but just about everything else. And then, silence. And this is what I woke up to today.