PART ONE: I Rock. New Year’s Rockin’ Eve Doesn’t
So last night I thought I should at least make a small attempt to stay awake until midnight in order to ring in the New Year. I tuned into New Year’s Rockin’ Eve on the television. Let me tell you, New Year’s Rockin’ Eve does NOT rock. It didn’t rock when Dick Clark was the host, and it doesn’t rock with Ryan Seacrest as the host. Far from keeping me awake, the sugary pop music and the celebrity commentary only facilitated drowsiness . . . like a turkey dinner . . . like a couple chapters from the Book of Ecclesiastes . . . like a bottle of Nyquil . . . like a few deep whiffs of pure ether.
One thing I did enjoy was seeing Alanis Morrissette for the first time in ages. She was kind of cute singing “You Oughta Know” in what looked like her jammies and robe, though not as cute as when she played God in the “Dogma” movie. (Worth noting is that a couple of Alanis’s naughtier lyrics got edited out – more proof that New Year’s Rockin’ Eve does NOT rock.)
By 8:00, I couldn’t take it anymore. I turned the channel to an old episode of Gomer Pyle, USMC. I got a few chuckles out of Gomer and Sgt. Carter, but around 9:00 I announced to The Feeshko that there was no way I’d be able to stay up long enough to give her a New Year’s kiss at the stroke of midnight. At 10:00, she had to settle for a 10:00 kiss and I went to bed. She valiantly tried to stay up a little longer. That was my New Year’s Eve.
PART TWO: Rockin’ New Year’s Day
I woke up refreshed and ready to begin the new decade. And what better way to kick things off than to conduct my first sophisticated and mature bike ride of 2020. I’m going to ride every single day this year. Yes, I said that last year too, but it didn’t happen. THIS year, however, is a whole ‘nother ballgame. This year I’m focused and mature.
In addition to my newfound maturity, I have plenty of Cycle 365 Challenges to keep me motivated. Plus, I made a new friend. No, literally, I MADE a new friend. And the new friend I made is going to pump me up – not tear me down like my cartoon alter-ego does.
Rocco and I went out for a bike ride together, in search of some rocks I could post for the January Challenge. Ya know, photogenic rocks aren’t as easy to find as one might think. We rode around town for a while, to no avail, and then Rocco thought we might have better luck on the trail above the Vermillion River.
“That trail is kind of rough in winter for my old, worn-out mountain bike,” I protested.
“Do it anyway, take some chances,” insisted Rocco, “you’ll be surprised how much abuse an old bike can take.”
He was right. Old Rusty the Bike did his job, and eventually we found a suitable rock for our Monthly Challenge.
It was a great rock. And it was a great bike ride. And it was great to get out of the city. The forest was beautiful and alive. I’ve ridden this trail many times before and have spotted deer, coyotes, birds and squirrels. Today, while taking the picture above, I heard some rustling on the other side of the trail. I turned just in time to see two fat, bright orange foxes racing by. They appeared suddenly and then disappeared. I can’t tell you the thrill I felt.
New Year’s Rockin’ Eve doesn’t ROCK, but Rocco and I do.