I came in from a beautiful day in the 70s (F.) on Monday, and sat down at my computer. It didn’t take me long to be reminded that this time last year, it wasn’t much different, maybe a little cooler. However, on that particular day a year earlier than that, I was bewailing the loss of my ice scraper.
A lot of people are welcoming this warmer weather, hoping for an early spring.
This should cause no surprise to anyone except a few brain-dead boyfriends and husbands, but Valentine’s Day is less than a week in the future. Get crackin,’ guys.
We’ve all heard a lot lately about “alternative facts.” The first time I heard it was when Kellyanne Conway, a White House senior adviser, used the term.
The leaves in my yard still have not been raked.
Edna St. Vincent Millay is credited with saying, “It’s not true that life is one damn thing after another. It’s one damn thing over and over.” I can see what she meant. Only it’s a lot of one things over and over.
Alice and I recently celebrated our 42nd anniversary. And while I know there are folks who have been married longer than that, I decided to mention it.
Yep, it’s a new year, all right. How can I tell?
Okay. All my seasonal singing gigs are over, as are all the parties except New Year’s, and there isn’t a caroler in sight. Looks like I’ve survived another Christmas.
NOTE: I’ve run this column for years as my last column before Christmas, and I see no reason to change now. True, a lot of changes have taken place in my life since the first time this column appeared. Shucks, I’ve even retired. But I think it still works. Besides, some folks have actually told me they look forward to it. Bah, and humbug.