On the cusp of another year
The final evening of the year. All other things aside, some of the best television entertainment of the year; why not save the good wine for the last (obligatory Biblical allegory)? Who would have guessed that I would someday miss the “chicken cannon” and “the coffee shop”? Tonight marks the end of Air Farce, which has been filling a niche on Fridays for longer than I’ve had children. A special farewell to Mike, from Canmore.
Other things are going on around here. Tonight the city will put the 400th celebration ceremonies into a box, to be reopened in 2108. Odds are against my being around for that party, and after checking the outside temperature, odds are also against my being “out and about” tonight. Too cold to consider.
You want proof; I’ve got proof. Tonight my personal weather station goes public. My search for the perfect URL is inconclusive, so I’m going to cover all the bases. You can see almost realtime displays here: meteo.spudman.ca or here: weather.spudman.ca or here: wx.spudman.ca (variety is so easy with a webserver that allows creation of subdomains). There’s even a webcam, that proves how long and dark a winter night can be in this part of the known world.
We celebrated Christmas this evening. Due to travel, work schedules and any number of excuses, the chance to assemble the household in the same room at the same time is no longer as simple as hollering out for everybody to assemble near the TV. Proof that we’d almost left things too late came from a bulletin on Facebook: “home for two days now and still haven’t received my gifts… Silly isn’t it?” which shows that patience isn’t a virtue of youth.
Dick Clark will be on later, and I’ll be up to watch. How’s that for a New Year’s Eve prediction?
