The drill for 2022
This past year of 2021 felt like it was a decade to this scribbling senior citizen - full-on geezer - not only because of the way things were and are developing in the world, but because of the velocity of these incessant and random developments i.e., storms, the election of a new president, the economy, and of course, the coronavirus. Moreover, in this fast-paced digital age we are all hurtling through it’s absolutely impossible to absorb and assimilate all of the information and entertainment that is being foisted upon us on a minute-to-minute basis. Therefore, we must be judicious and cherry-pick what we’re dialing into in order to achieve a degree of objectivity and balance.
Given all of this we must somehow amuse ourselves to counter - as the late author Dorothy Parker would say - the fresh hell that is dished out to us during the ongoing daily news cycles in our tumultuous world. Said news cycle is a veritable rollercoaster of many twists and gut-wrenching turns. I know, that, was a cool metaphor.
To find some balance I read books, work, play with our dogs, bust my wife’s chops as she does mine, write, sail, mumble to myself while riding my E-bike, watch some television; very little television, drive aimlessly in my car and listen to various music and, ahem,
news stations, drink lots of coffee, and go on dates with my bride who likes to get rigged up in a cool get-up. It’s how she rolls and I wear my standard togs and just go along for the ride. (The date night thing is our consistent nod to normality.)
At date night we always sit in the same seats near the fireplace and get the same grub at George’s because it’s one less decision we need to make in these days of the aforementioned information overload. This is a simple drill and has served us well in these times of the Rona. In 2021 I surprised myself and my wife and crossed another bridge into the geezer realm. During this past holiday season I went big, on the whole Christmas light display thing. It all started with a challenge bred of an airy word by our neighbor, and this Hooligan got somewhat carried away, much to my wife’s chagrin.
When a gauntlet is thrown down at a shanty Irish wiseass like myself; I’m all in and shall give no quarter to my adversary. I, will, win; it’s a fait accompli. And, I won. Furthermore, when discussing next year’s display with my wife, I referred to the decorative lights as “my lights.” She rolled her eyes. Without question, I’ll go bigger next year.
Putting the house-decorating battle of the bulbs aside, the less contentious aforementioned activities can be relaxing when we get out of our own way, and let go of trying to control the activity.
This may sound like a very esoteric and high IQ observation but actually it isn’t. Life can be fun if we just get out of the way and let it do what it’s going to do. For example, note the following: I like writing because it is simply about managing eight parts of speech and creating some form and balance from the chaos in my often baffled mind; I often surprise myself by what flies onto the blank page. And, it’s fun to boot.
E-Biking? What’s not to like about this mindless wheeling activity. Hell, we can learn to ride a bicycle when we’re a kid and still go hauling down the road when you’re on life’s back nine. Win Win. Television is totally arbitrary these days because there’s product for anyone with a pulse and a recliner, a television, or an iPhone. Same deal with reading a book; there are books about everything and for literally everyone’s taste. If minutiae and tabloid nonsense is your dish then all you need is a Google app to burn lots of daylight.
When it comes to going out to a restaurant with a fireplace roaring in the cold of winter with a wife who always cleans up really good, well, you just can’t top that. (I hope we can continue our date nights this coming winter as we plod through the pandemic, and the safety protocols provide a safe dining experience. I’ll only support a restaurant that requires vax proof. The bottom line will tell on that one.)
If we’ve learned anything in the past year it’s that there are daily reminders that we have very little control over certain outcomes; however, we can play a strong defense.
Yet, while receiving baffling and mixed messages from various Facebook experts I will defer to doctors who base their conclusions on science. Or, my daughter Emily, who is a science nerd who has lots of skin in the game: child, husband and other close family members. Ahem, she is also rather opinionated.
The logic I employ here is that if I do come down with the Rona or a spinoff variant, you can bet the farm that I’ll be consulting with my doctor or my daughter and not a Facebook prodigy or an ivermectin salesman or woman. I’ll defer to the science; as I always have because there are too many medical folks in my family. Hey, but that’s just me.
We can all agree it’s been a hell of a year. I’m sure many of us have opted to look at the upside, too. A perfect example of this is, with all the wackiness surrounding us we actually had a White Christmas Eve. At our place, we even had Alexa belting out holiday music as the snow fell in the Port of Galilee. Naturally, the temperature spiked on the big day and it rained, but it really snowed this Christmas! I even took pictures to savor the memory - another corny geezer thing.
Finally, here’s the drill for 2022, I’m going to keep doing the same thing I did in 2021, because things ain’t that bad and hopefully will improve for us all. Happy New Year from the Ferry Dock Scribbler.