Welcome to 2012. If the Mayans have it right, the last year of the humans. I hadn’t done any research into what the 2012 end-of-the-world people have been saying about it because it sounded more ridiculous than the year-2000-catastrophe theories did, so I asked around during the champagne and fireworks portoin of the night on December 31st. Apparently every many-thousands-of-years the poles switch to a new spot and that is going to happen in December. Seems pretty guess-y math to base a huge thing on. But, hell, what do I know?
As has become our tradition, we spent New Year’s Eve in Leofels, a teeney tiny village in the Swabian Alps. Last year I wrote about our visit and posted a lot of wood stove porno pictures, which you can see here. This year was very similar. We went in the sauna, we ate until we were all on the floor moaning, we drank (we minus the me), we played games, and we didn’t make it to the torture museum in Rothenburg. The same procedure as every year, as they say. It was pretty glorious.
And now we are back in Mainz, and it is a rainy 10 degress Celcius. When we got home last night it only took about an hour of wood stoving to get things more than comfortable, and now it is noon—sixteen hours after we last had the wood stove on—and it is warm enough to ignore the wood stove and sit inside in just a long sleeve shirt. While I’m enjoying the break from wood stove maintenance, it is a strange state of affairs. Maybe the world is about to end.
Did you celebrate the coming of a new calendar year?