Marie and I don’t go out to whoop it up on New Years Eve. We’re not into parties and crowds and drunk drivers, so we stay home with our dogs and have a more personal celebration.
Normally we do a meal that we can stretch out through the evening and have a themed movie marathon. It’s a different theme each year. This year we decided to watch episodes of the 1962 season of The Twilight Zone and eat Mexican food.
Marie made a pot of chili, we had chimichangas, and burritos, and for desert, pies cooked in the fireplace with a pie iron.
Rod Serling seems to have been obsessed with death in 1962.
I put Sable and Hudson to bed, and brought Rebel in the house, around 9:30. Rebel watched the TV for a bit, then got bored and laid down.
Around 11:00 we all burned out and decided to go to bed. All except Blondie: she said, “You folks have gone crazy.” and went to bed around 9:00. The next morning …
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