The above will be the first piece of art that I finish in the new year. I started it yesterday. That poor pumpkin has been sitting in my studio since before Halloween believe it or not, and I am just now getting around to drawing it. That’s a butterfly sitting on the pumpkin. Imagine how he feels. In case you ‘re wondering, that funny looking thing (that I forgot to move before taking the picture) that’s in front of the drawing, is an upside-down pot on a light stand. That is my very clever invention for resting my arm as I draw. The arm with the new rotator cuff injury, that is. Little tennis issue from Lisa pretending she’s still 15.
Today is New Year’s Eve. Every year at my house we do a ball-drop where my husband and my son erect a tall pole in our front yard, and hoist a ball rigged with Christmas lights that flash and twinkle. At the bottom of the pole, is the New Year’s sign that’s rigged to light up when the ball reaches its mark at the stroke of midnight and Auld Lang Syne begins to wail over the loud speaker. Every year the entire neighborhood shows up for the event at ten minutes before midnight and leaves five minutes after. There is no getting out of it now if we wanted to. It gets bigger every year, and one of these days we expect a news crew to show up.
The first year we did this was in Nashville, for the changing of the millennium. We wanted to do something really different to commemorate the special event and the idea for the ball-drop began there. We went all out. There were balloons in slings hanging from our big maple trees overhead. We had a PA system for the music, party favors to pass out, hats and champagne and everyone we knew was invited with their families. It was a huge gyrating party with lots of children running everywhere jacked up on sugar. The little ones grew delirious with the need to sleep, as the evening progressed. There were lots of them. Running everywhere.
At the stroke of midnight it was my job to pull the rip cord and release the balloons on the celebratory crowd. Dylan was on Auld Lang Syne detail. My husband manned the ball switch guarding it like a red phone in the White House. Then came the final 10 seconds. All eyes beheld the flashing ball as the countdown began, with anticipation of the start of the new millennium. I was ready with my rip cord. Dylan was ready with the music. The crowd was counting louder and louder, and the children were ready to combust with delirium tinged excitement and as the ball neared its mark, we all held our collective breath for the moment before the ball lights and the new millennium would ignite. But, when the ball hit the mark, absolutely nothing happened. It did not light. Dylan’s music did not begin. I did not pull the balloon cord. The crowd waited patiently for about 2 seconds. Then, instead of a big cheer emanating from the crowd, there was a collective GROAN. That was when we realized that one of the sleep-deprived rug-rats who had been told not to go behind the sign had tripped over the cord and yanked it out of its socket disconnecting us from our moment of glory. We recovered the error fairly quickly, and plugged the sign in, but it was just a tad anti-climactic, I’m here to tell ya.
I hope no one was scarred for life by the delayed start of the new millennium. Those who were superstitious, or had built bunkers in their basements for the Y2K doomsday predictions might have had a problem with the symbolism of it all. Hey, I figured they could create their own little leap year compensations if worse came to worse.
Personally…I thought it was hilarious. Good for material! Hey, maybe I’ll sabotage it again tonight. Just for kicks. Kidding. You’re all invited!
Happy New Year!!!!