Wednesday, January 02, 2013

Bringing in the New Year with beet soup and play money



This was hands down my favorite transition into a New Year, ever.

Maybe it's because I've finally matured, I am a fresh 47 now,  or maybe it's because Esther has been so sick with the flu the thought of going out anywhere further than the edge of the yard was completely out of the question, but I had none of the usual hype-fueled angst regarding our New Year's plans or lack thereof.

None.

And the day unfurled perfectly and that ribbon of perfection just kept rolling into the evening and I got a ski in just as it was getting dark and while I was schussing through the twilight, breathing the crisp air deep into my lungs, I smugly considered how impressed Ian would be by the beef borscht he would find in the crock pot when he got home from work.

Then I remembered we had one stray bottle of champagne and two stray bottles of Guinness in the fridge and those two things together would add up to enough Black Velvet for Ian and I to enjoy with our soup.

And that's what we did. We ate borscht and bread and drank Black velvets, and grape juice. Then adjourned to the living room, which is just feet away from the dinner table and christened Esther's new Monopoly board game by playing a rousing round in which Isla was clearly the big money player but didn't believe it because she still doesn't quite get how one $500 bill is worth more than four twenties and two fifties and one $100 bill.






Then we put the girls to bed at nine, after Isla insisted on reading several pages of Frog and Toad are Friends out loud to me, and we met each other back downstairs and shared the big chair-- just wide enough to accommodate one pair of snake hips and one pair of woman hips--and stared catatonically into the fire until we dozed off.

Perfect.
 Of course I'm skipping a few parts, like the bit where I got up and did the dishes, cleaned the whole kitchen, while Ian went upstairs to read. Then, having gotten a second wind from all that domestic activity, I briefly fantasized about hopping on my skis and flying down the hill to the neighbors' house where we had been invited to a New Year's Eve party and where I knew there would be plenty of people, most at least 10 years my junior and childless, still getting their party on. But the thought of having to climb back up the hill alone in the cold dark newborn hours of 2013 after having too much to drink, and possibly even a cigarette, made me think better of it, I really am maturing, and I crawled into bed next to my warm, sensible husband and eventually dozed off to the distant sound of popping fireworks.

14 comments:

Emma said...

Sounds perfect! We spent a lovely New Years Eve with family and watched fireworks from the beach. No snow here... Happy New Year to you and your family, Betsy, thanks for sharing another year with us!

jaya said...

Wow, all this ease and home-bound-ness. Monopoly and domesticity in just one evening. All this AND time to blog about it?

Are you on facebook, I think I'll "like" the new you.

Cheers!
Jaya

PS- Your new pioneer woman quality has inspired me to make beef stew today. A first.

Was Living Down Under said...

Happy New Year Betsy!

After a busy day, we rang in the New Year watching the best 50 goals of the year on TSN (the Canadian version of ESPN?). A far cry from past years but somehow just fine.

@Emma - While I'm enjoying the snow this year, I have to admit we miss the fireworks at the beach!

AdrianneP said...

Is listening to a young child read to you not the coolest thing, ever!! I love when the kids I've been babysitting since they were 3 will insist on reading to me. I'm amazed at how much they have grown and are learning. It's so wonderful :-)

Adrianne

Kendra said...

But we did miss you at the party...

Betsy said...

I was so very close to coming, Kendra. If only it was downhill on the way home....

Betsy said...

Jaya. Let me know if you want my beef borscht recipe. (:

Anonymous said...

That sounds like a perfect New Years! And snow on top of it all!

KiminAZ

Betsy said...

Yes. Everything is better, in my book, with snow on top.

Anonymous said...

Flu and snow here as well. Kept us home for the holidays for first time in 15 years. It was truly wonderful (except for the flu part, really). Happy New Year to you & your readers, and cheers to another year of blogging!

Mizzee in Wisco

Anonymous said...

Happy New Year!! Toad and Frog are Friends is the very first book I ever read by myself back in 19 71-72 when I was 5 or 6 years old in Daharan, Saudi Arabia by a pool. It is the most important book of my life. Was amazed to see that title again! So look forward to your postsand lovely surprises! Best wishes! Kim from BNC

Tamsin Walker said...

Hello Betsy
What a lovely blog. I stumbled upon this post the other day and have been thinking about all that snow since then. So I had to come back and say hello. Hello!

Kali Kalinyuk said...

Wow Krasnee Borscht not so many Stateside people actually like that soup. I make this soup too since its in my blood but not in the crock pot.

Anonymous said...

Thank you for adding the note at the end! Just as I was beginning to think how wonderful your life seemed you were sure remind me that it isn't all effortless. There is clean-up time and responsible decisions to be had as well. Still, your house and family are beautiful. And you all seem well connected and creative and arty and healthy. Odd things to be envious of but I am a tad!