Happy day after Easter

The family wasn’t able to have their usual get together in the park. This kids didn’t get to have their easter egg hunt or play family baseball. Believe me there are enough folks between the immediate family and various in-laws to field two teams, have a few folks on the bench and a crowd in the stands.

Yeah, Easter dinner in the park is a big deal.

Everyone was just stuck at home, facetiming and wondering, “what next”.

On this coast, Easter was marked by a nice ham and simple fare for dinner. Nothing is particularly different from one day to the next.

Like most of the rest of the country I’m bored and I suspect that the country is getting to the point, that like an overheated boiler it’s going to blow.

How many movies can you watch? How many books can you read? How long before you just don’t give a damn and the need to see something beyond four walls over-rides your fear of an unseen enemy?

The  main stream media is painting a picture of death and destruction. But more and more independent video footage is appearing showing that hospitals aren’t over-run, contrary to what the media is saying. This makes me wonder what the real truth of the situation is. I am thankful the politicians were mostly quiet over the weekend. That was a relief.

I’ve caught up on seasons of SouthPark that I’d missed. I’ve been able to write a bit which is fine but like everyone else I’m restless.

In light of Easter I’m hoping that things will start moving again. That will present a whole new set of challenges but at least it will be different.

We’re looking at generally sunny mild weather for the next week. I’ll get some of the yard work done that I need to do. Hopefully we aren’t going to have another cold snap that dumps snow on us.

Try to keep your head together and remember that this won’t last forever.

Happy St Patrick’s Day

Of course depending on where you are you might not have had the usual party.

Thankfully, there was more than enough beer and booze, a great meal and a nice small crowd.

But with bars & restaurants being closed it’s obvious that the celebration wasn’t quite to the extent that it normally is.

Gotta admit that I’ve not been a huge St Patricks’ day celebrator but it was nice to drink and laugh with nice people.

Today was kind of a day of little projects, Naturally the smallest project turned into one of those situations where pulling the thread was problematic.  It’s the nature of “small,” “simple” projects for them to a pain in the ass.

I’ll finish up those projects tomorrow, then head back on schedule, home. What awaits me there may be more chaotic that when I left. but the chaos is now nationwide. There’s no escape unless I find that mythical alien ship to “jack” and get offworld.

Since that’s not likely to happen, home to the mountain it is. It’s going to be a shock to my system, here it’s been in the low light 70s and wonderfully comfortable. Home has been in the 30’s so I’m going to be freezing, again.

It will be a long flight but perhaps this time it will be mostly empty. 

I’d thought about extending here but two factors prevent me from doing that. 1) is that I’m starting to be slightly concerned about not being able to get back. 2) I’m worried about contaminating my elderly relatives.

Mel Brooks and his son made a sortof cute PSA about it and they have a point.

I’ve got to plan to visit again soon. Perhaps when the Coronavirus is on the wane. 

 

Happy New Decade

fireworks.jpgI hadn’t really thought about the change in Decade.

A lot has happened in that decade not all good and not all bad.

I was coming into this New Years as just another year. It is just another year, but we should also acknowledge the 10 year mark.

As I thought about it, I’m ready to put the previous 10 years behind me and look forward to a new beginning. 

Hopefully this decade will be kinder than the last one to me personally, and also to humanity in general.

So what does this new decade hold? Nobody knows, it’s an unwritten chapter and it’s up to us to write it. 

Let’s start with being kinder to each other and less judgmental. Perhaps that’s the only resolution we should work toward. Maybe all the rest will just fall into place. 

It’s probably an overly optimistic view. But I’m going to cling to it for as long as I can.

This year I have only a one word resolution.

Change!

That covers it all, and it’s achievable. 

I need to change my career, life, and everything. 

So this year I’m going to try very hard to reinvent myself, find peace, and joy. In the process hopefully I can be better to myself and others.

So that’s it. I hope everyone has a wonderful Holiday and a fantastic new year and decade.

Merry Christmas

WebCardBaby! It’s COLD outside.

Our Christmas is white, the air is crisp and clear. The sun is just peaking over the mountains and it’s spectacular.

It’s 24 F and rising.

I slept late and am enjoying my first cup of coffee. I never thought I’d be “that” guy but when I woke up, I grabbed my phone and told it to tell the thermostat to raise the temp in the house to something above 50F. Then I waited warm under the covers until the house was in the 60s.

This time of year the neighbors don’t have to worry about looking in my windows and seeing me heading naked to the coffee pot. I’m in clothes the minute I’m out of bed. Cold tile on your feet wakes ya up like nothing else.

I’d really like a “connected” coffee pot. One that I could control from the phone like the thermostat. I’d like to tell Siri, “Good Morning” and have the house warming and coffee brewing when I decide to haul my carcass out of bed.

Maybe I’ll hit the after Christmas sales and see if anyone makes a device like that.

There’s another storm supposedly on the way. There’s supposed to be another 6” of snow and that’s okay. Maybe I’ll make a naughty snowman in the front yard or something. 

I hope everyone is safe and having a Merry Christmas. My plan is to have a quiet one, watching movies, and being a pig.

Merry Christmas to all.

Happy Christmas Eve

In the interest of peace on Earth and Good Will toward Men (Women, Other, Confusing Pronouns) I suggest that we put aside politics, social (whatever this is called) and put on our pretty clothes to enjoy the season with people we love and who love us.

Let Aunt Edna make whatever pronoun choices she’s able to make. Let Uncle Rudy get a little tipsy and talk about whatever craziness he’s on about this year.

Don’t waste your time annoying them by correcting their gaffes. Call it a Christmas Present to them. Allow your Mom & Dad to have a “traditional” couple of days without adding to family strife. 

Take a step back, put down your protest signs and social warrior agendas and take a breath.

Your families love you regardless of what you wear, how you identify, which bathroom you want to use, or what your political stance is. Turn off the news, put down your phone and actually be with the people you’ve chosen to spend the holiday with. Have a drink, tell a joke, go to the traditional family church service. Eat well and be present and accepting of your loved ones.

In other words, take a break from all the insanity of the world for a day or four. Watch  family movies together.

In my family there’s been a tradition of watching “A Charlie Brown Christmas“, “How the Grinch Stole Christmas“, “National Lampoon’s Christmas Vacation“, “Die Hard” (Yeah, I know Bruce Willis says it’s not a Christmas Movie), “The Bishops Wife“, “Donovans Reef“, “Operation Petticoat”, “A Christmas Story”, and we’ll often end Christmas Day with “Lethal Weapon” or “Alien” (Don’t ask!)

GiftsWe eat leftovers, make popcorn, have beer, watch a few games, and enjoy each other. The children are running around with their new toys, and the technologically proficient among the assembled family members are setting up toys and new devices for the youngsters.

All this is Joyful chaos and it’s as much what isn’t said, as what is. Car keys are exchanged among the men and we take each other’s cars for spins around the neighborhood. We’re all comparing and contrasting the features of vehicles and there’s joy in the camaraderie. 

In my youth, this family gathering moved from home to home. At some point in the festivities, one by one, the men drifted out to the garage. Then magically, things that needed to be fixed at the host home were fixed. Timers, circuit breakers, pool filters, sprinkler systems, painting, stucco, you name it.

The projects that took time, get handled by the men because that’s how we showed each other we care. Many hands make light work.

Even today, each of our “Tribe” brings our respective skills to the table and give the gift of those skills or our hands. The  children, intrigued by what the fathers, grandfathers, and uncles are up to come out to “help” in the process they learn how to do some of these things for themselves.

By default, the host homes were more often the elder members of our family. So for them, gatherings were a double gift. They got to have the whole family under one roof and the chores that they had a tough time completing got done without fuss and without asking.

These are the things I count as blessings of not coming from an “affluent” family. We valued each other and understood actions could be expressions of love and caring.

My family is smaller now. Many of the elders aren’t with us and my generation is becoming the elders. The difference is that we’re spread all over the country and don’t get together as often as we should.

It occurred to me that we often “create” families where ever we are. I miss the family gatherings. Maybe it’s time for my family traditions to be expanded and “rebooted”.

Maybe if we all brought the best of our family traditions to our communities we could spread a little joy that would last through the year.

Well, I’ve dug the snow out from in front of my neighbors homes. (They weren’t home when the storm hit) They’ll have a easy drive to their homes when they get back.  

I’m thinking some fresh baked cookies might be a nice touch for the holidays…

I hope your time with your loved ones is a time of making good memories and showing them that you love them. We all need to know we’re loved.