A Beagley New Year

Marie and I don’t go out to whoop it up on New Years Eve. We’re not into parties, and crowds, and drunk drivers; so we stay home with our dogs and have a more personal celebration.

Normally we do a meal that we can stretch out through the evening and have a themed movie marathon. It’s a different theme each year. This year we decided to watch episodes of the 1962 season of The Twilight Zone and eat Mexican food.

Marie made a pot of chili, we had chimichangas, and burritos, and for desert, apple pies cooked in the fireplace with a pie iron.

Rod Serling seems to have been obsessed with death in 1962.  That was kind of odd.

I put Sable and Hudson to bed, and brought Rebel in the house, around 9:30. Rebel watched the TV for a bit, then got bored and laid down.  I guess he’s not into the old black and white shows.  These youngsters have to have lots of color.

Around 11:00 we all burned out and decided to go to bed. All except Blondie Bear: she said, “You folks have gone crazy.” and went to bed around 9:00.

The next morning …

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Jesus follower, writer, gardener, Sci-Fi fan, Beagle herder, occasional author, mountain man. My dogs think I'm a super-hero.

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