Blue skies Smiling at me Nothing but blue skies Do I see. ~ Irving Berlin
A brisk walk in brisk weather is a cure-all. The sky is blue but I’m not. I have places to go, things to do and people to see. Better get busy.
New Year’s Day…now is the accepted time to make your regular annual good resolutions. Next week you can begin paving hell with them as usual. ~ Mark Twain
This is why I don’t make resolutions. I spend the entire year paving the road to hell. Why would I want to pour it on thicker one day a year. Paving is hot work.
I’m reading a book called Skipped Parts. (Can’t remember the author.) It’s about a thirteen-year-old boy’s coming of age. Boy, does he ever–come of age, that is. There’s this cowboy type named Soapley who says, “Dogs only know how they feel right now. They don’t know nothing about before or after.” People are always commenting about the great life dogs have. Well, that’s why! They’re not worried about the one that got away. They’re not stewing about whether there will be a new dog-love in their life tomorrow. Now remember, I don’t make resolutions, but I do think learning to live like a dog is an admirable goal. All day. Every day. Just call me Fido. Or Odie.
I’m ringing in the new year tomorrow morning by singing in the Spanish choir at church. How did this happen? I haven’t figured that out. I’m just hoping that the good singer standing beside me will drown me out. I understand few people come to church when Sunday falls on January 1st. So… we’re doing a bilingual service and our singing will be the sermon. (I can’t stop snickering.) The sermon? Really!
Go easy on the spirits and have a happy, happy New Year!