Tale Weaver #98: December 29th – Celebration

  • What I have done since last year.
  • What I haven’t done.
  • Do I still want to do it – whatever it is – this year?
  • New things I want to do this year.
  • Plot out the general steps to accomplish such.

In what has become ritual, I spend the first couple days of the new year contemplating all the days of the previous one. It starts here with my being on this roof, making lists. It’s late and I enjoy the silence, but non-silence that is the norm for the City in the middle of night as most of the noisy fantasy that is New Year’s Eve revelry has faded into the quiet reality of New Year’s Day.  It’s cold, but I like it. It means I have the roof to myself.  Having done this for so long, everyone that matters knows where I am, and not to bother me. I come down when I’m ready or at 3am, whichever comes first.

I create these lists and then put them away in a drawer, not to be seen again until the next year. More like goal setting than resolutions, I try to accomplish what’s there to the best of my ability. Having done this for a dozen or so years, I like to review old lists first. See how my priorities have changed over time. Some years, every single thing I thought to do gets transferred in whole to the coming year. Some years, like this one, though not complete, I’m surprised and delighted by how much was done. However, one specific bullet point has transferred over for the past two years. It annoyed me to no end it somehow remained uncompleted for three years. I was determined it would not carry over into yet another year.

I glance at my watch, it’s 02:57. And as expected, I hear the old massive springs of the roof door screech when it opens at 03:00 exactly. The hall light spills onto roof momentarily, revealing a familiar shape, before plunging us back into semi-darkness as it closes. I immediately pull out a flashlight and turn it on, letting her be the moth to its flame as she makes her way to me.

Once she’s in front of me I let the flashlight shine on my notes, specifically on the last bullet point for this new year as rainbow points from the diamond ring resting in the crease of the notebook sparkle on the page while I silently plead to the heavens

  • Ask her to marry you. Pray she says yes.

I rise from one knee when my prayers are answered and swing the bright flashlight over the side of the roof in big circles.

“What are you doin– oh!”

I laugh hearing my brother’s cheering from street level as he lights fireworks at my signal. One of her favorite things, I cannot help but grin as she is completely entranced by the glittering skies for a few moments before remembering I am there. She sheepishly turns to me when the roof door squeals open again as family and friends also knowing the signal join this new celebration.

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Image © Mara Eastern used with permission

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We are prompted to use the picture and weave a tale in which a celebration occurs. Being it’s the end of the year, a New Year’s celebration is the obvious go to; I just gave it a little something extra.

Tale Weaver #98: December 29th – Celebration

7 thoughts on “Tale Weaver #98: December 29th – Celebration

  1. Oh but I love this response and what a joyous and happy ending with so many awaiting the signal and joining in the celebration. Thank you for sharing and participating in this weeks Tale weaver…happy new year to you…

    • I know! To participate properly in #52Essays2017 I suspect a) the essays will do a lot of Slice of Life double duty come Tuesday and b) because I am such a stickler for form and substance, my weekly poetry challenges will be what suffers the most from this. C’est la vie. Que sera sera. Et cetera…

      • Yes, I suspect Tuesday will become my essays posting day for the same reason! How I’ll keep up with Slice of Life during March or with National Poetry Month’s 30/30 challenge, I don’t know. We’ll see how it goes! 😊

      • Oh no, no, no. I am not spending two consecutive months in self-flagellation. For I know from past experience this is inevitably what happens as I overload my creative writing plates. I made the conscious decision that March and April were not happening when I accepted the essay challenge.

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