Posted by on Dec 30, 2020 | 14 comments

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

WHAT IS THIS? A RAID?  A HUNTING PARTY?  SOME BALLOONS THAT LANDED ON CACTUS?

Well, some kids around here must not be able to read calendars…tonight outside down on the little road behind our house where the run-off rains flow under the pavement to the sea, there were loud pop, pop, pops and I called to papa and asked, “Is that you, papa, what’s going on” and papa said, “It’s not me” and mama said “Loulou, hold your little ears, I think it’s some kids shooting off fireworks (those feu d’artifice I spoke of, whenever that was,…) and I said, “Mama, do those kids know that it’s only December 30th, or what?”

And mama said that you’d think they would wait until New Year’s to really let us all know we’re moving into 2021.  Mama said that they jumped the gun…I’ll get back to you on that one.

I held my ears.

But, it was a heads-up, that’s for sure, to let us know that we are just about to start a year with vaccines and hope and surely a bunch of new experiences from this last one!  Oh, boy, were there ever.

What were yours?  I would love to know!

Whew.  Just thinking about 2020 could wear a kitty out.  And I mean OUT!