New Year Revolutions

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When it comes to a Happy New Year
Some like these loud noises to hear;
A good way to disinfect ‘em
Is lit crackers up the rectum –
Which will bring explosive ends to that affair.

Some of our neighbours again chose to ignore all the pleas to stop using fireworks, or at least to limit them to the quieter varieties.  As soon as darkness fell, explosions to rival hydrogen bombs commenced.  The animals were, of course, terrified, but we had taken the precaution of locking all of them in with us.  Then I went out for a smoke, and in my absence young R obeyed Mr Mac’s demands to be let into the study.

When I returned inside, careful to keep the dogs in, she proudly told me what she had done. ‘But the window’s open!’ I squawked.

Hunt, hunt.  No cat.  Powerful lantern.  Patrol of grounds.  No cat, and the invading force of artillery was increasing their bombardment.

Returned to study – and there discovered Mr Mac squished into an impossibly small space under the desk behind a wastepaper basket.  ‘Meow! D’you think I’d go out with all this going on?  I’m not crazy!’

Phew!  Just to be sure, I belatedly closed the window.

We watched the Variety Show on TV, and then saw the New Year in – just the five of us.  It wasn’t as exciting as going to Hogmanay Balls in the Johannesburg City Hall, or being perched on the edge of the Fish River Canyon, or of seeing one in while down our path to the beach and falling asleep there, and having to drag ourselves, all the paraphernalia, and our hangovers back up again when a howling gale came through in the early hours.  (Those were the stand-out ones, so far.)  Still, it was fun.

Except that illegal bangs were still happening even after 01h30.  Some people really should forfeit their membership of the human race.

At least there was never a total barrage.  Sets of one, two, or three were the norm.  I was proud of the above picture, taken on a mobile phone by aiming where I thought it might be and counting down after the ‘whoosh’ before I clicked.  If I waited to see it, the camera proved too slow.

Open door view from lounge Pool from open doors


On New Year’s Day we had a braai (barbeque) and for the first time experimented with ‘open house’ which the main house becomes when the folding doors are opened.  The pictures from inside show the effect.  Progress has re-started, and The Great Move when Much Better Half and I occupy the cottage and Younger Daughter and the grandkids move into the main house, seems to be on the cards fairly soon.

© January 2016 Colonialist (WordPress)

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33 Responses to New Year Revolutions

  1. libraschild says:

    catching up… happy new year col!
    its annoying how in the uk there are no laws against fireworks so if you do have an animal and live in the wrong area you basically have to drug it for a month. where we are now is ok but one of my old houses, it was like living through the blitz for over a week


    • colonialist says:

      And chew!
      Amazing how the UK has loads of laws about stuff that doesn’t matter tuppence, and yet when it comes to a real public nuisance like that they fade into the woodwork.
      When visiting there, though, I did notice that the pets seem more conditioned to it, by and large, than ours.


  2. Fireworks seem to be a way of life out here in the wild, wild, Pacific Northwest. Who knew? I can’t stand ’em! I’m totally with Mr. Mac on this one!


  3. Zirkie says:

    A blessed 2016 to you and your loved ones, Col. I hate fireworks and wish it will be banned!


  4. Arkenaten says:

    They drive me bonkers but I am in a minority at The Ark’s spot. The cats are all locked in but two of the dogs seem okay. Bobbi on the other hand goes nuts and shakes and it really is quite distressing.
    I sat with her with the telly turned up but the noise still freaked her out.
    I fail to see the continued fascination of getting completely vrot and letting off hundreds of miniature bombs.


  5. like fireworks, hate bangers. You are a good husband/father/grandfather/petowner: Cheers to you.


  6. GP Cox says:

    My resolution each year is the same – try to do your level best. After doing something (anything), ask yourself if that’s the best – if no – do some more!

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  7. Patrecia (with an E) says:

    Yes like you we make certain all animals well secured as the Bulgarians do love their fireworks.i wish they didnt but they do and they seem to get bigger and louder every year


  8. Pussycat44 says:

    Happy New Year, Col. I am glad for you and MBH that you will be moving into your own little abode soon. I love the sliding doors which give that open house feel. I C U still have a C view there.


  9. de Wets Wild says:

    Happy New Year, C!


  10. We had a few bangs before midnight then everything went quiet………… until 2-30am when some idiots decided to start letting off theirs. It didn’t last long. I think someone must have complained. 😃


  11. wow, great photo 😀 Fireworks make me glad I live on acreage away from fireworks.


  12. No idea what sort of fireworks happened in our part of the world but we all slept through it. Little Snowy has no interest in them. Not sure whether that’s because he’s a hunting dog (gunshot) or because he didn’t live on the street during firework times. Our other dogs always freaked, but him. Nah, no interest.

    I managed some decent firework shots. Once.


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