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Seeing The New Year In!By Ronnie Bray
Our chosen method for seeing the New year in these past
few years has been to watch the Waterford crystal Ball fall
in New Yorks Times Square, wish each other a Happy
New year, and then take to out beds. It is a sound plan, and
it works to our advantage usually! This year, it didnt go
according to plan thanks to a few local law breakers and an
elephant of a dog called Belle, our sweet Groenendael.
This year it was different. We couldnt wait for New York
to do what London and Australia had done hour earlier, and
so we retired early, being tired, and, being ancient, we can
get away with it without folks thinking it strange.
Saturday night we are treated by the local public
broadcasting system putting on Hyacinth Bucket [carefulhow you pronounce that!], followed by Judi Dench and
Geoffrey Palmers As Time Goes By, which is followed
by one of my firm favourites that is tolerated by my wife,
Last of The Summer Wine. After I see Last Of The
Summer Wine, which is a travelogue about the region of
my birth, an anthropological study about the inhabitants,
and a sociological study about how to get along together
with a variegated population when it is markedly variedand totally incompatible in all the important avenues of life.
The tiredness, to which I referred early, was so potent that I
dropped into Nepenthes arms whilst Geoffrey Palmer was
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trying to think of a good come-back to Judis ascerbic wit
over some trifling thing she had said to him after he had
been bested in a brief exchange by Mrs Bale. Thats the
point at which the spread of inhibition over my cerebralcortex was consummated, and I fell insensible.
It was my intention to remain in that condition until
Pheobus ginned to rise and rosy fingered dawn slithered
over the crest of the Superstition Mountain and warmed the
Valley of the Sun to its working temperature for New
Years Day at around 75 Fahrenheit, when I would rise and
attend to the needs of the day and the requirements of ourdogs. However, other forces not unconnected to the natural
world were at play to force my designs to submit to the
urgent distress of Belle in response to the few local people
that undertook to let off fireworks in a no-firework zone.
Mark this: it is not illegal to buy and own fireworks in a
domestic zone, but it is against the law to light them off.
However, someone always does.
The illegal firework people do not set off their rockets and
bomb shells in large numbers, but only in ones, twos, and,
by the most incorrigible, threes. Neither do they wait until
the Old Year gives way to the New Year in our time zone,
which is Mountain Time, or Greenwich Mean Time minus
7 hours.
Somewhere in the midst of, I will guess, Compos diatribe
against either Blamire, Foggy, or someone else, a few
minute rockets whooshed through the clear night sky.
These were immediately attended by 80 pounds of prime
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and licensed dogmeat launching herself up onto the bed in a
single hefty bound to find asylum that would bestow
surcease of terror, abundant and unquestioning comfort,
and an ultimate sense of safety in our arms. This we tookwith out customary love, patience, and understanding. It
didnt work!
Belle was hard to please and didnt settle. Instead, she
went on a walkabout on our bed, trying first this position,
then that one, and then a whole series of in between us,
along the backs of our pillows, ligging against one and then
the other of us for a brief moment before setting off againto find a better place. Although we have a King size bed,
there was not a place where our darling Belgian felt was
right for her. Consequently, she launched herself down
from the bed and roved around the room and bathroom to
find a niche where her well developed senses would be
counselled by her massive intellect that she was safe from
all harm, especially noisy ones.
At her departing, I settled back to sleep and was just getting
to the bottom of the hole behind the White rabbit when
another pyrotechnic device was set off bringing Belle in its
wake to repeat her previous performance and achieve the
same signal lack of satisfaction as she had previously. This
exercise was repeated several times until at about 11 30 pm
someone exploded a mortar bomb a few hundred yards
from our silent home. This device launched both dogs into
disarray, even little Frankie who had laid on her pad by the
side of my bed and been calmed after every report by a few
strokes down her glossy back.
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There was nothing for it but for me to rise, put on my robe,
and move into the living room, where I put on the
television and watched a variety of usherings in of the Newyear in various parts of the world and the country with the
volume suitably hushed. Frankie came to lie on my feet,
and Belle took up her usual position on the couch to my
left, where she laid her head on her big paws and kept one
eye open and fixed firmly on my face. I know I could get
to sleep like that because the comfortable chair I have is
extremely large, welcoming, and must I say it? super-
comfortable. However, surprise, surprise! Belle had adifferent notion.
I presume that human beings are not the only ones that can
enjoy pathological perseveration, because Belle had a
surfeit of it and although no further reports were heard, she
could not be sure that they really were at an end.
Consequently, she prepared herself for the worst by comingfrom the couch onto the arm of my chair and then
proceeded to walk across me, resting when the forelegs
were on the right chair arm and he hind legs on the left one.
I stroked her and cooed to her, which she likes, and she
stayed about four minutes, evidently soothed until she
wasnt!
Then, realising that her position would look ludicrous to a
stranger, she found her way down, carefully avoiding
Frankie, who, at 37 pounds, would have been crushed has
she been stepped on by a descending Belle with all her
weight on her leading foot: a point loading pressure of four
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tons! Being down did not suit her either and so she went for
a walk to think matters through. This brought her back to
the couch, and the couch led her to come and sit on me for
five minutes, and then to jump off again and wander more,eventually settling down on the couch with a weather eye
on me. At this point it was midnight in Arizona and I said
Happy New Year! to no one in particular, but it seemed
the right thing to do.
Thereafter, I fell asleep once more and drifted through
aching limbs, a nagging back, and dreams that included a
host of wandering dogs, imaginary fireworks, and wildbulls in the hallways, dreams for which I should charge for
their re-telling, and was woken up, not by Dawns
trembling fingers rapping on the kitchen patio doors, but by
the Christmas Clock chiming Silent Night. Yeah, right!
I also woke with a sense of peace and blessed refreshment,
for which I thank Him whose unseen hands soothe awayour fears and cares if we will yield to His care. Gay and
Ren slept as if the war was over, and the dogs had on their
sleeping faces peaceful demeanours.
The world was still, the noises gone, and I prayed that all
people could awake that morning of the first day of the
New Year, hoping that if they also woke to peace, that their
peace would last. I am saddened to know that it will not,
but that will not stop me from hoping and praying for it.
Nor will it stop me from wishing you, and your loved ones,
including your dear pets, a very Happy, Peaceful,
Prosperous, and healthy New Year!
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Copyright 2012 Ronnie Bray