Happy New Everything!!!

Little things can be very funny....

My calendar hurled itself...yes, you read that correctly...HURLED itself off my door last night without me even touching it. How? It was either a ghost, my previous boss (I love ya Wick), one of my mother's "faerie" friends (that woman's even witchier than I) or it simply didn't like my jacket hanging right next to it. Either way, I didn't have to take it down, it took itself down. At about 9 pm, well before any Swarovski ball-dropping occurred. So much for 2006.

There is something about 7, I must say. 7's and 9's have always been good to me. I was born in '72 (add 'em up, it makes 9), my childhood address was 1738, then 6735 and now 547. 1979 was my favorite year of my childhood and I was 7 years old. 1987 was my best in my teens, and 1997 was pretty good, too. I was 25: 2 +5 = SEVEN. I think I'm onto something.

20 years ago, I had a gift. I was walking with my Mamiya camera and took some shots of the sunset. It was December 30, 1986. When the film was developed, a picture of a stairway and a saint appeared. The rest of the film was black. 1987 was the greatest year, too. An omen, maybe? I've never forgotten it.

Last night, I had some dreams about a giant room with family I'd never seen. Skeletons and dust, Halloween-looking things gave way to lights. Christmas-y, but popping on by themselves. Out with the dark, in with the light? And I didn't know any of these people sitting at a table. I was little again, too. I felt happy when I woke up. When's the last time that happened?

Dick Clark broke my heart again last night, he still can't speak. But the shot of him kissing his wife warms my heart. I loved the "dis" of Christina turning her cheek to Ryan Seacrest. Um, Ryan? Chrissy's a married woman now. And Mariah's in Aspen. You'll have to get your kisses from Teri Hatcher or someone else next year!

07. I like the sound of it already.