It’s the first night of the new year and the old couple has been in bed since well before midnight. The TV shows bringing in the new year were duller than dull. 2017 would arrive whether anyone waited up for it or not.
In the wee hours of the morning a loud crash wakes up the old blister. She taps the Captain on the arm to wake him.
“Did you hear that?” she whispers.
“That crash! … Obviously not,” she mumbles. “Just stay awake and listen for a minute.”
“The dogs would have barked.” He rolls over to go back to sleep.
“Maybe Ruby’s too scared with the wind.” She’s probably lying on her doggie bed, eyes bulging out of her catatonic body.
No, that’s not a man in the middle of the woodshed. It’s a float, a fishnet, and a bunch of firewood. But the long branch on the left side is what came down from the skies last night to wish us a happy new year.
You might say we started the new year off with a bang. A word of advice: if you go walking on a windy day, maybe stay away from tall trees, or wear a hard hat.