Epiphany

New Year's is always an anomaly to me.  When I was growing up, we spent New Year's Eve... at home... going to bed early.  I mean, let's not get too crazy here.  And then on New Year's Day, our family would gather 'round to watch "It Happened on 5th Avenue" and at the end, when McKeever's dog jumps into his arms and they walk off together to head south, I would cry every time.  But on the whole, New Year's was and still is extremely anticlimactic for me.  Dr. Budds says that his ideal New Year's Eve would be spent going to the opera house in Vienna.  It would certainly be an occasion worth dressing up for, that's certain.  sidenote:  the lives of the rich and glamorous are an entirely different world to me... I would be lucky if that happens for me once in my lifetime.  Crazy to think that's how some people live.

On the whole though, I like to think about New Year's more in the context of the 12 Days of Christmas, i.e. the season between Christmas Day and Epiphany.  It makes more sense to me to think of Epiphany as the important day to consider, not necessarily January 1.  Besides, it lengthens the Christmas season that much more.

This New Year's Eve is no different than the rest:  weird.  I was blessed by a magical walk in the snow this morning, which turned into at least an inch or two by noon.

    
Then, since my friend Edwina is coming into town for the day, I decided that I would make a little something special.  Unfortunately in the process, I cracked my housemom's red dutch oven from Crate & Barrel...

... seriously, Katherine.  Don't try that at home, kids.  It will not bode well for you.  And then you will have to confess and look like the blonde that you sometimes are and spend an exorbitant amount of money on a new one.  And then you will be a sad puppy.  I honestly don't know why I didn't just use a saucepan in the first place.  Truly, who can know the mind of Katie Beth sometimes?...

This is what I'm making... which will eventually turn into a gluten-free version of these.  Yum.  I hope.  That is, if no other disasters strike...

Once Edwina gets here, which is taking forever because of the snow, we will finish baking these, go get stuff to make homemade hummus, eat the cauliflower soup I made yesterday, and go see my housemom at her store so she can meet Edwina and I can fess up to the cracked pot fiasco.  Then tonight, we're headed over to a couple of friends' houses.  This is the first time I've been out on New Year's Eve in... well, years.

I had hoped that I would feel better about the pot if I blogged about it.  But I don't.  I think it has to do with my personality.  I have a tendency to feel overly bad about things.  I also found out the other night that I share my Myers-Briggs personality profile with famous people like Tolkien, C.S. Lewis, J.K. Rowling, Shakespeare, and some sources even suspect Beethoven.  I wonder if Beethoven would've felt bad about the cracked pot...

Also, an update for you on the rest of my life:  I asked for three things for Christmas -- a car, a man, and season 4 of How I Met Your Mother.  I've somehow gotten both a car and Season 4 before New Year's.  I figure if a man comes before Epiphany, it still counts right?  I mean, there are 12 days of Christmas that we're dealing with here... a lot can happen in 12 days.  To be honest, I will probably find myself at the end of 2013 looking back at this post, still single and laughing at myself.  But if buying a car has taught me anything, it's taught me that our God owns all the things in the world -- cars, men, houses, pots (cracked or uncracked)... whatever.  Not only that, but he's a big God who knows our needs and our pain, and he's right there with us, ready to give us just what we need at exactly the right time.

That's how I'll be ringing in 2013.