So it's been awhile, hasn't it.
No question about that.
Last blog was published August 12, 2020; and isn't it just too bad so sad that not much has happened since then.
Half a year later and America has witnessed some of the most tumultuous months in modern history.
Between the pandemic and the presidential election -- consequences of which America has been profoundly changed -- this is a time of reckoning, rebound and/or total bust, depending upon one's point of view. The politics of everything has infringed upon our natural cultural graces, having now escalated to an elevation that, for the most part, common man can no longer see common ground. Our e pluribus unum is becoming less and less about our oneness and more and more about our separateness with the arrival of each new day, a travesty of the unimaginable kind.
So much so, we have even modernized the terms to more easily describe what's going on -- from snowflakes (via Google: "a 2010s derogatory slang term for a person, implying that they have an inflated sense of uniqueness, an unwarranted sense of entitlement, or are overly-emotional, easily offended, and unable to deal with opposing opinions.") to cancel culture -- (from wiki: "a pejorative expression describing the use of boycotts and public shaming to hold people accountable for offensive words or actions, including attempts to have them removed from their jobs or from public platforms like social media.")
Everything has a hashtag, too! From #metoo to #justice to #blacklivesmatter to #justiceinpolicing to # #caresact, every movement and every meme has had its day of rising to the surface, bubbling over with instagram postings, tiktok twerking, and sparking social media offensives worthy of outsmarting any defense. One person can take another person out in a nanosecond; nothing is safe from being branded -- from insensitive cultural appropriation to just plain stupid. And sometimes, its just one person's word against another. The truth? God only knows.
As if #politicalcorrectness is ever #correct.
Poor poor Theodor Geisel, am I right?
The old G Thing here just so happens to have a book autographed by the late, great, Dr. Seuss -- it's called, Happy Birthday to You!
And having said that, I'm reminded of the reason why I'm jumping back into this Thing called G in the first place. I have a birthday coming up. And it's a big one.
A big one not in the usual sense...it's not a nice round number, capping off a decade. Nope.
It's the final year before capping off such decade, and it seems to be allowing me a certain vantage point that has prompted me into making it a big deal with each new day that comes my way. And given we are talking about sixty years in the making, I have written a list of sixty things I wish to accomplish over the next year -- covering everything from the mundane to the sublime, I've included things like professionally steam cleaning my floors and carpets to eating more scallops,
It's simply a list to remind me of the things I love and/or love to do, and remind me to do more of it. In other words, this present decade and all that it encompasses is not going down without a fight, nor is the next one not ringing it without fireworks and mouthwatering Buona Forchetta pizza!
I will talk to trees more, but more important, listen to what they have to say right back.
I will eat more scallops, but more important, give thanks for the little devils simply being on my plate.
I will write again, recognizing how much I have missed it.
I will make more Sunday dinners.
I will set course for the making of fifty-nine and something turn into fifty-nine and something something beautiful in every stretch of the imagination. It's just a number anyways.
In some ways, I feel like I have only just begun.
IF this next year is anything like this past year....oh Lordy, are we in for a treat.
Perhaps, I'm still taking into account the effects of marie kondo...granted, she was without a doubt, the biggest influencer of my 2017. What a year, what a year it was. Nothing wrong with a whole lot of tidy.
Of course, not to be outdone -- 2014 and 2018 were equally remarkable, forever etched in my mind bookending my girl's four years of college. And now, as if wonders never cease, that girl is fully established in both career and in love.
Of course, it wasn't all gravy, baby, but now I find myself just rambling. And there is no point to rambling with a point, right Joe (that being directed to Joe, the newly elected president of these fine United States of America). Save more on him for another day for sure.
Besides, this is all about setting the compass for home. This place, this blog, is my home away from home. And what I wish for most is for more days like this...tapping my fingers to the keyboard, contemplating this thing called life, and documenting this very day...day after day.
For nothing, nothing, ever stays the same. And thank God, right?
The thing is, if the climate can so easily change, then there is hope for us yet.
I look forward to reveling in the changes this new year brings me -- with you or without you -- it doesn't really matter. teehee
Today is simply about being a half year later and on the verge of a brand new year and THAT is something to celebrate. (yup, it's the small things)
Until next time,
Make it a Good Day,