January 3, 2018 by Petrea
Wilma Wednesday: Happy New Year
Usually on New Year’s eve, John and I either stay home or go somewhere within walking distance. This year we stayed home, ate dinner by candlelight, and enjoyed a cozy evening. Around us, the neighborhood crackled with happy, hopeful parties. We could even hear the hum of people camping out over a mile away on Colorado Boulevard, waiting for the Tournament of Roses Parade. Or maybe the hum came from the Goodyear Blimp and all the other aircraft that circle Pasadena on New Year’s Eve.
We fell asleep early. We wouldn’t have heard the fireworks and bottle rockets if Wilma had not notified us.
Wilma: “Get up! Take cover! Bad bad bad!”
Me: “It’s okay, Wilma, go back to sleep.”
Wilma: “IT IS NOT OKAY!”
John: “It really is, Wilma, you can go to sleep.”
Wilma: “BAD! BAD! BAD! NO! I TELL THEM TO STAND DOWN!”
…and she went charging out into the hall to protect her home.
John retrieved her from the kitchen (a room that requires extra protection and surveillance) and brought her back to her bed. He sat up with her for awhile, which was generous of him, considering he hadn’t gotten enough sleep the night before and I’d had plenty.
On New Year’s Day, all three of us slept late enough to make up for dog warnings, sleep deficits, and the hangovers we didn’t have. I think sleeping late was an excellent way to start the new year.
Wilma, John and I wish you the happiest new year.