So there I was, ready to get this New Year’s Eve party started. I only lacked my husband Steven (the only other guest expected since Spunky the dog was already here) and all the food I said I was going to fix. I thought it would be a good idea to open a bottle of wine, so I could sip a little while I chopped and mixed. And then things got ugly. A short time later, I was posting the following on Facebook:
“So I open a bottle of wine, so I can enjoy a libation while I fix the snacks. Somehow a chip gets broken off the rim of the bottle, and I cut my thumb! It’s bleeding big red drops (although a very pretty color)! I get a Band-aid on it and go to cry on Facebook, and it’s STILL bleeding! I fortunately do not bleed on my laptop. I employ pressure and elevation for a short time and it seems to have done the trick. Then I see my thumb is bleeding from two places. Two Band-aids later, I wonder if I can be trusted with a knife.”
It really does seem OK, but you know what a drama queen I am (it’s a little awkward to hit the space bar with the band-aids on my thumb) (it is my right hand, by the way). I thought it might be a good idea to make my blog post before attempting any further culinary adventures. I’m even thinking in a vague sort of way of sending out for pizza and making all the fun party snacks I planned tomorrow instead.
In the meantime, I had meant to write my blog post about quite a different thing. I was going to talk about resolutions vs goals and strive for some profound thoughts about improving myself. Or I was going to get all introspective about the passage of time and change and our own perceptions of what makes a good year. I even had some vague notion of musing on these artificial milestones we invent for ourselves: Why is one revolution around the sun called a year? Who even figured out how we got back to the same place in the planetary ellipse?
And here I am, doing what once got a professor really annoyed with me: writing about what I’m not going to write about (in my defense, he only wanted a two page paper; how much could I say in that?). My thumb is fine; my wine glass is almost empty. However, I feel disinclined to begin cooking or refill the glass, because a little dog (above-mentioned third guest at the party) is snuggled up next to me so cozily, I hate to disturb him. Happy New Year, everyone.
Mohawk Valley Girl 
I think you should have another bottle of wine to numb the pain, although chopping under the influence is probably not recommended, so enjoy your pizza. 😉 Happy New Year to the three of you. x
I did have more wine and chopped a few things, but I exercised caution. Happy New Year!
So far I have not sustained an injury opening wine, but give it time. Happy New Year!
Well, I hope you never do! But let not fear of injury keep you from drinking the wine (you know, like let not fear of the thorn keep you from smelling the rose).