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Welcome Year 2007

We've bid our farewell to year 2006 and what a year it was!  I think what we both are looking forward to is a quieter 12 months.  A period of uneventful boring weeks would be a welcome change.  Well, we'll see what the Universe has in store for us in 2007.  

Hope your New Year's, Hogmanay, or whatever it might be in your part of the world was pleasant.  We had a nice stroll through a snow shower of a bit over a mile to a restaurant in the afternoon, then home, where we were snug and cozy for the rest of the evening.  

I found a couple of Webcam spots showing scenes from Edinburgh.  There was some video of one of the celebrations leading up to Hogmanay...the fire walk through Edinburgh.  Looking at the video...hearing all those Scottish voices and the scenes of that magical city...would you believe I became misty-eyed missing that Bonnie Land?  If I miss her like that, imagine what it's like for my man.  We are hoping to be over there for Christmas and Hogmanay this year.    Seems like a good time for a holiday in the work cycle for both Dave and I, it would be absolutely brilliant to spend that time with the lads, and...well...as I said...Edinburgh is simply magical at that time of year. 

Finally we have a substantial white covering on the ground here of about six inches.  Was wondering when we would get a "real" snowfall and at last it arrived yesterday!  Today, though, is sunny and a sterling day, hovering right around the freezing mark.  The paths are cleared, Dave's on the turbo, and I'm visiting with you.  Later we'll combine our heritages in an American/Scottish dinner of mince and tatties....with a side of black-eyed peas. 

I turn to the new year with hope, anticipation, and a sense of peacefulness.  I'll leave you with this thought...one I find appropriate for beginning a new year...

"What is life?  It is the flash of a firefly in the night.  It is the breath of a buffalo in the wintertime.  It is the little shadow which runs across the grass and loses itself in the sunset." -- Crowfoot, Blackfoot warrior and orator, 1826-1890