* Under ‘Some Things Never Change’, countless millions continue to start the NEW YEAR with some sort of resolution, whether it is couched under that title or another. THIS IS CALLED HOPE. For some a serious undertaking. For others, not so much.
* The world has learned that the American process is not functioning. Congress as oversight to a dangerous president doesn’t work and has failed the country and the world. THIS IS CALLED PAINFUL TRUTHS. As suspected by many for years, the greatness of the Red White and Blue is empty rhetoric.
* To win an election properly one must have a better candidate. When people demand change, even the devil can appear a saviour. For a time. To win an election one must perceive accurately what the NEED is. Right or wrong, the country demands NEW. New thinking. New approaches. Paradigm. Step outside. Old, established, proper, will no longer do. THIS IS CALLED PROGRESS. In a dramatic way the Old Guard must be ready to step aside.
* Canada no longer appears as pristine as a snowflake. A Prime Minister and family who shame the country dressing up in Pretend and grinning like idiots for all the world to see. And that doesn’t even address the Politics of the country. THIS IS CALLED LAUGHING STOCK.
* The Western World and all first world countries have been faced with refugees and this will only grow. Developed nations having lived dramatically different lives than those in third world countries will find their world changing quickly. THIS IS CALLED REALITY ADJUSTMENT.
* More good deeds will be done. More trickery attempted. FAITH will win out. Without it all is lost. Faith in something. You choose. Faith in God. Faith in Human. Faith in Self. Faith in other. THIS IS CALLED LIFE.
MAY 2019 BLESS YOU WITH PEACE, PROSPERITY, SUCCESS, AND LOVE
This New Years for some reason had an unusual peace about it, at least in my mind. I did not look ahead, did not plan, I just took one day – no – one minute at a time and lived it. I just was.
And no I was not stoned or under any influence, or zipped or zapped on enthusiastic thoughts, I just was. I am wondering why such a simple thing is so difficult to explain. You will just have to take my word for it. Every thing seemed as it should be.
Dec. 29th we, my brothers and sisters had our annual Brothers and Sisters dinner at S &D’s house. You may recall last year this same brother in law created raucous laughter and joy that lasted the whole year when he tried to compliment my sister, his wife of 46 or so years on the new recipe she used for the lasagna, by saying how moist it was and that for 35 years he had always found the lasagna dry and how perfect this one was – at which time she yelled ‘WHAT DO YOU MEAN THAT FOR 35 YEARS YOU HAVE BEEN EATING DRY LASAGNA?’
That line lasted for the year and when we arrived by BIL said he wondered what he would say this year at which point one of my brothers said it was his turn. Mind you his line which I shall not repeat here did not bring roiling laughter mostly because his wife did not find it as funny. It was a fabulous evening and my BIL and Sis are great hosts.
Normally if there is not a house party somewhere I don’t usually go out and my sis J and I will spend a quiet eve. This year my other bro and SIL got last minute tickets to my fave place The Commercial Tavern in Maryhill. I’ve posted on some of the past concerts that took place in this very old, very quaint country bar. J & I succeeded then in getting what probably were the last 2 tickets available.
We did rest up during the day because sundown comes relatively early for us and on this night we were ‘going to be like big people and stay up late’
Like our Brothers and Sisters dinner the evening was delightful, effortless and perfect.
The Commercial Tavern as you may know is owned by Paul Weber. He and his family are incredibly talented especially his sister Sue for whom I feel a particular attachment. Not for any definable reason, just one of those things that happen occassionally when you meet someone. A very spontaneous reaction.
And don’t believe for one moment that sax in country music isn’t sexy. Steve Richtaritsch who manages and plays in Black Forest Band is the best. Steve said that many years before when he first met Paul he suggested they play together and Paul hesitated wondering how a sax could ever fit in with country. Well fit in it did.
Sue and Hubby getting ready to rock ‘Red Solo Cup’
Paul’s sister Sue has long been one of my favorite voices as well as people. She did an amazing job and everyone joined in. Sue’s voice has that Loretta Lynn kind of timbre to it that wraps its arms around you and draws you right in making you feel all delicious and warm.
Then another member of the family, Uncle Jim who has been singing forever warmed the hearts and soles, (that’s soles of your feet) as we clapped and pounded our feet in time. Uncle Jim stops by now and again to brighten our lives and I am sure glad he did this time to see in 2013!
Then the best kind of treat ever – Pam Miller who if you have not heard before I hope you will make time to now. This lady (if I call her a young lady it may label me as the opposite.) This young lady brought everyone to their feet. She is amazing. In addition to being talented she is fun, tolerant (I sat near by so she spent the evening listening to my rendition of every song played), and a joy to behold!
All of these people, and more played us into the new year, sweetly, smoothly, charmingly, effortlessly. It was the best New Years I have ever had.
If you get a chance to come visit that would be wonderful, in the mean time you can find out all about Paul and The Commercial here. By the way I love this fun site!
There are times when words are cheap, easy, irritating, even down right annoying.
There are times when words are anemic wishes and not motivational, not inspirational, and not even true.
And one of those times my friends sits just around the calendar corner. Oh and not just ONE of those times but THE time of all times. THE lies of all lies, THE deceit of all deceits, THE hope of all hopes, THE despair of all despairs.
Yes, Yes! I hate to even say the words but here goes. I shall swallow my fear and loathing. New Year Resolutions. There..I’ve said it.
Do you know even those who smugly say they don’t make resolutions in fact are making a resolution to not make resolutions?
There are a lot of things I don’t currently like about myself and wish to change and here I sit trying to decide if in fact they are mere wishes or if I have what it takes to make the changes. I know I need to….should..but but can I?
Resolutions are words and I have to decide if I will parade my intentions for applause or if I will take those words, those intentions into my very being and make them real.
Perhaps I have been in a dream for the last few days and have revived long enough to post…something, never before having vacated my keyboard for such a long time. It certainly doesn’t look good for a devoted postaday2011 participant to not postaday.
I could say the hustle and bustle of the season has me otherwise occupied, and that I am baking, shopping, wrapping, singing, decorating. Something that would sound legit and noble all at the same time.
Alas the sad truth is that my nimble, flying across the key board fingers have been engaged in one activity, that being the flying across knitting needles. I have but one major gift to complete and normally as I tend to amble along the path of crafty creation, such a venture would take months normally. Truth be told, and you know I am always truthful mostly, I actually bought the materials a few months ago. There was a big sale my sister hauled me to in September. She is not only the crafty one..I means the craftsman or crafts woman of the family, she actually completes what she starts in good time. Hmm which may explain why her marriage has lasted four plus decades and my attempts at such institution have….but I digress.
I expect that if I could get my….together I could accomplish all things desired but for now …aw heck I will aim at the new year to deal with my procrastination..
Now I am not free of my literary hauntings as there are posts begging to be, well posted. My review of 11/22/63 is getting less patient each day it is delayed but as I wish to do it justice it will wait. And I am so dying to do an endearing post on the only proper version of Dickens Christmas Carol/Scrooge, the one with Alistair Sims, which I watched the other night which I have entitled ‘Cut me throat and tear me liver if I be lying.’. I love that line so much it could be no other. And then there is the hilarious one about a Christmas gift to the postman who…nope can’t do it now. It just has to wait.
My friend, Procrastination, has taken complete control so my focus remains singular…knit..knit..knit. If I conquer this baby by The 24th there will be no stopping me in what I can achieve!
Two people I think about all the time though…
a dear blogger in Bulgaria of all places Patrecia at
"Deep within us—no matter who we are—there lives a feeling of wanting to be lovable, of wanting to be the kind of person that others like to be with. And the greatest thing we can do is to let people know that they are loved and capable of loving." Mr. Rogers