New year’s day is always kind of a different day, and this year it’s a Saturday that feels like a Sunday. Al came in confused saying he couldn’t get the Packer game on the car radio while he was driving back from Chicago; he thought it was because all the stations were playing the Badger Rosebowl game instead. Really, it’s because the Packer game is tomorrow – this is Saturday, the day for college football, not the NFL.
I was a little worried myself about how the day would go – when I switched on the kitchen lights, one of the newer compact fluorescents blew out, with an audible zizzle and electrical smell. Then I cut my finger when I was slicing the very first potato, and it was one of those not very bad cuts that bled like crazy – I had three bandaids and a piece of masking tape staunching the flow at one point. Mark teased me about it later: I said, “I cut my finger on the first potato.” He replied, “But potatoes are not sharp.” I shoulda hit him, probably, but he was too warm and helpless, still snugged up in bed, only 9:30 on a holiday morning. And, for no reason that I can find the alarm on my iPhone’s not working. All the other noises are fine, but the alarm’s not making a sound. I kept setting it for five minutes from now, and nothing. I checked the time zone, and general settings … only think I can think of is that my phone has not been synced for almost a week since I haven’t had my work computer – maybe it’ll mend itself Monday. [I guess it’s a 2011 New year’s iPhone bug – it’s ‘sposed to fix itself Jan. 3]
But I think everything worked out OK. I upheld the tradition of serving a new year’s brunch at School Woods – I really liked the eggs on piperade. There were about 18 diners – I think the same thing happened last year – not quite enough for two full seatings, but a nice sized crowd all the same.
‘Course the day’s not over yet – the leftovers are given away and put away, and we’re going to see True Grit at 7:00. And I am sooo glad tomorrow is Sunday, not Monday.
