So this is Christmas.
Was John asking a question as in ” So, this is Christmas?” or stating a fact as in ” So, this IS Christmas.”
The second line asks a question- “And what have you done?”
I guess we’ll never know now will we?
Hi folks, 2020 here and as most if not all of you are ready to shove me to the curb, into a dumpster and off a cliff I have few words to say.
None of the mess you’re in this year is my fault.
For example…Hurricanes are larger and more destructive. No kidding.
Everyone has known the climate is changing for years but no one really seems to be interested in taking actions that would cost money to begin to fix the problem. And by no one I mean a select group of old white men in Washington DC.
Wildfires, droughts, floods, tornadoes -See above. The changing weather is not news to anyone.
You could have worn masks. You could have stayed away from motorcycles rallies in South Dakota and campaign rallies both indoors and outdoors.
You could have stayed home at Thanksgiving but you didn’t.
You could stay home for Christmas but you won’t.
You and I’m speaking to politicians now who called the virus a hoax every day since January and now you want the vaccine to protect you from the hoax.
Nice way to cut into line just because you work in Washington.
Let the old people die first except when they are friends of the president and then they get special antibody treatment.
When was the last time a helicopter whisked you from your front door to a private floor at Walter Reed Hospital with your own cadre of doctors?
Am I angry? You bet. That fool on the hill can’t be gone too soon.
Remember, the virus would magically disappear in April when the weather got warm.
My only hope is that he disappears one minute after 12 noon on January 20th, 2021.
When I first started this blog carving out out my own little section of the internet I would write something on a particular topic like Reading, Running, Writing or Rhythm.
The tags would put the piece into place where someone who was interested in running might read it. Same for reading or writing or rhythm ( music). Then I would get real people reading my stuff, commenting on it and off we’d go. Relationships formed, such as they were, and people, real people commented and wrote back and forth often to much hilarity.
Now, it seems there are algorithms stalking the blogs looking for key words that lead me to being liked or followed by marketing firms or somebody trying to sell somebody something.
Are people really reading my blogs or am I being cherry picked so I can be in someone’s marketing shopping cart?
Kind of the last thing I need right now.
I found some old pictures of the kids when they were really kids although they will always be the kids I guess except back then they were knee skinning braces wearing Brownie and Cub scout kids.
I sent copies of the pictures from 2007 to the above mentioned kids.
My daughter replied – Gee – It seems like so long ago.
Everything seems like so long ago.
I never seem to be able to settle on a title for theses posts. I suppose since I’m covering a lot of ground that one specific title wouldn’t do.
Alternatively, I could limit the post to one subject but in my mind with things all running together at a blurrying pace I have trouble keeping my thoughts from mashing up at the end of the street like a three car pile up.
Club 502 sounds like one of those places where one would knock on a barely visible door in the seedy part of town, a peephole would open and you would say ” Joe sent me” and those magic words would gain you admittance. The password could also be Swordfish – See the Marx Brothers for that payoff.
My first waking thought this morning was seeing the number 12 spelled out before my eyes as in “Twelve.” I have no reasonable explanation for why. Apostles, Epistles?
Numbers on my mind and in extrapolating, which might or might not be the right word to use here, the numbers came to me in a flash it’s all a numbers game anyway isn’t it?
The answer to all of the following questions is numbers.
How old are you? How tall, how much do you weigh, what is your heart rate, your blood pressure, how many hours did you sleep last night, how many brothers or sisters, how many children?
What year is your car, how old is it, how many cylinders, what’s your mileage, how big is the gas tank, what do you pay for insurance?
And so on and so forth and so what? Surrounded by numbers, enveloped by math only we used to call it arithmetic.
The unified theory of the unified and unknowable universe is a set of numbers. Get them in the right order and bingo ( again numbers) you win something on a cosmic game show. Maybe ” The Price is Galactically Right.
Running the numbers down the rabbit hole. Running the numbers and we finally get to where we’re going as postulated above somewhere between the multiple titles and here.
I started a run streak on Memorial Day of this year because I could I suppose and what else was there to do except to not get sick and to not infect anyone else. So far, so good. Tragically I am unable to share my luck.
So I ran and I ran and I ran and after 50 days of running I took a day off and then went back at it. The odd fact in all of my running which continued to yesterday was the number 502 as in that’s the total mileage on my running feet since that day in late May 2020.
That number is well beyond my wildest running dreams or expectations or anything in my running memory or history.
I don’t know how this happened and as winter starts to slowly creep down the lane I wonder how much mileage I’ll continue to accrue. I’m not a big fan of running in cooler temps or when the numbers Celsius or Fahrenheit start to drop.
The nice thing for me, the bonus in all of these words and sentences and phrases and non-sequiturs is I can let my mind wander or RUN if you will.
You start at the starting line aka the top of the blank page and you end up at the finish line which is right HERE.