The New Year.
I suppose the older I get, the longer I take to review, revile, and rejoice at surviving yet another calendar year with all the obstacles standing in our way. With the return of high pandemic numbers, it literally seems like it was just January that we started this whole thing.
Here’s my whole year in review as I can best recall:
In January, JoJo and Kamala took the reins of a very shaky country and I still don’t know what she is doing to earn a paycheck from whatever fund pays First Ladies. And Doctor Jill? Well, she’s no Doctor Phil. I knew Doctor Phil and she’s no Jack Kennedy. I was expecting much more from a Woman of Letters. Maybe you are just warming up.
Man is this Blue Dream Lights Out Indica strain at 33% THC a real friend to the friendly. I just had one small bowl and now I think I could read Tom Clancy’s The Hunt For Red October one more time and seriously concentrate and afterwards I believe I could pull it out of her slip and head to the deep blue water.
Oh yeah, there was also the little attack on our country’s capitol.
In February, it was like someone kicking a hornet’s nest. At the U.N. climate change conference in Glasgow, Scotland, we were able to rejoin that committee and to begin the long process of rebuilding our world presence. The Brits were especially riled up and Prince Charles delivered an impassioned plea because “we are running out of time.”
We have been predicting our own demise since time immemorial so if it really is the end of things to come, I don’t want to be alive when things get down to crunch time as in the crunch of human bones that you have to boil for soup just to stay alive.
March saw some dumbass block the Suez Canal for a few weeks, completely choking off commerce in a world whose economy is not exactly on solid ground. It also became obvious that the Ukraine were in a pissing match with Russia who would surely crush them in a short war.
April was dominated with the Derek Chauvin murder trial which saw posthumous justice for George Floyd. There was such a flood of trials as people ran out of patience with each other’s ideologies and let their internal racist devil out in public.
In May, in the ultimate display of I’m-going-to-the-moon-because-I-can, Elon Musk and some friends went up and back.
Big fucking deal.
There was comedy amidst all the hatred and angst.
When I was a young man, environmentalists were a small, but dedicated lot. Now I’m not going to turn this into a science believer/nonbeliever forum, but time is indeed running out; there is only so much sand in the hourglass.
So, death is indeed inevitable.
Here’s a wake and bake session:
I’ll pick up with the month of June tomorrow.