It's past midnight, already into the last day of the year. I just got home from a potluck/jam party. Whew, good food, good folks, lots of fun. I'd forgotten how many old timey tunes I knew. The first half of the jam was old timey, the second half Irish, and we ended singing The Duct Tape Song in three parts.
The hostess made ice ball candle holders, and it was like the Alaskan version of luminarias. You make them with balloons! Fill a round balloon with water, and then put them outside to freeze. When the ice is about an inch thick (inside the balloon, you realize) you cut the balloon away and pour out the unfrozen and slushy water. And you have a bowl made of ice!
For an experiment, we brought one inside with a candle in it, put it on the food table and waited to see how long it would last. I didn't see it go out, but it was several hours, at least.
So it's going to be 2005. It's hard to believe. So many things have changed. I'm extremely happy to be in Alaska, and even more happy to be a Fairbanksian. Maybe sometime next year I'll become an Esterroid. You never know. Here's a link to the Ester Republic, the small newspaper from that village, in which I've been published a couple of times.
Happy Hogmaney! (Happy New Year, Scottish style!)