The Native Iowan

A New Year…

I guess we survived the old one…

The past two days of fun n family and New Year’s mayhem and madness.

The previous week or so of family and Cmas and anticipation and childish anticipation.

The previous several weeks of babies and grandparents and missing mommy and wrangling two-year-olds.

Yesterday could not have been better. NY’s eve was fun but “The Party” was planned for NY’s day.

NY’s eve we had Gerhard and Tu n Ify and their kids. Of course my tribe.

The ladies had prepared some island dancing, grass skirts n all, which was great.

Our copper-buddy, Adrian, was on duty but showed up for some entertainment in the form of we all got to be breathalised and some got to be hand-cuffed.

Yesterday we turned the house into a tattoo parlour…

Lale was very, very keen…

Tu inked Pat, Don, Paul (twice) and me… while Ify did Connie, Lale, Pepe, Betsy, and Paul…

Allow me to say that this bit of ink- tho small- really, really, really hurt like hell…

The house woke this morning around 4am. Paul n Betsy n Don n Pepe and G.G. n Dawnie n Vera n Nova all headed home. Their flight was at 10am so they have to be on the road by 530. Grace and Connie and Mendoza went down to see them off.

After they left I slept a bit then cooked pancakes for Tu’s tribe. They pulled out by about 10am, and I went to sleep in front of the tube…

I slept through the Rose Bowl game and the Sugar Bowl game. I am told both were great games.

It is about 7pm. It has been raining and we’ve opened the house up. After the recent heat n humidity, it is pleasant, the air is clean and the insects buzz n hummm.

A lovely golden glow has settled over the yard as the day ends.

Wishing you all a very smile-filed 2018.

morre later