So I’ve slouched passively towards 2014 (although “rough beast” is probably a compliment I haven’t earned), dressing in sensible layers and avoiding hypothermia and making no promises to myself or others..well, non-work-related others. (to my employers: I’ll deliver on-time and under-budget, if I haven’t already).
I know New Years’ Resolutions are a folk tradition, but I’ve never seen how one can develop the ebullience necessary to contemplate bold initiatives for financial gain or corporeal loss or connubial bliss at this time of year, when it’s all you can do to remember that you set that January alarm clock for the distinct purpose of arising in the freezing cold dark in order to arrive at some vague destination in search of monetary gain, and that it’s not yawping at you because your enemies are gathered around your bed in gleeful retributive cacophony. At this latitude, in January you don’t fully realize this until around 10:00.
Even so, it’s appropriate to ever so gingerly look forward to things already in place on the calendar, without promulgating implausible outcomes:
- at some point (OK, October 21) I’ll turn 65. Just (indulge me for a moment), holy shit. I’ve pretty much blown by my “zero” birthdays with the help of good health and friends and alcohol. For this one there is at least one “arrangement”: Medicare? - I haven’t actually looked into it yet. Not sure yet what else. I think some “senior discounts” begin to accrue, but most likely not for the good stuff. Watch this space…
- our annual trip to Ashland, OR to watch plays and recreate is already locked in for the first week of July
- we’re going to Pawley’s Island, SC in late March to scatter our mom’s ashes as she requested, and it will be another opportunity to advance the sibling bonding that we’ve nurtured for the last 2+ decades. Unless we decide to fight over her will.
- our musical endeavors continue, and rehearsals have already started for a symphonic band concert on 4/5; my swing band will play at Crossroads on 2/1; we’ll have another band camp with our Rainbow City Band peeps in May in Port Townsend, and a fun list of parades throughout the summer
- I’ll join my OSU Alumni Band on 9/13 for our annual debauch of music and marching and memories
I really would like to do a multi-day kayak trip like I did a couple years ago in Desolation Sound, but nothing concrete so far. And whatever happens, we’re sure to keep physical fitness firmly in our crosshairs even if it’s just the mundane but enjoyable litany of urban hikes and bike-commuting to work.
There are some significant initiatives that need to be engaged around our domicile. My mom’s lesson of ruthlessly winnowing stuff around her house, as she did for the last 10 years, is not lost on me. Her place was pretty easy to close up, especially compared to what our poor offspring would have to contend with if we suddenly croaked or needed to enter the Federal Witness Protection Program.
As a “resolution”, that one’s pretty wan, especially if you deconstruct the word and hold “resolve” in your left hand and “lack of” in your right hand. I’m right-handed, if you hadn’t already guessed.
So Happy 2014 to both my readers! If you’re of the Resolution persuasion, I’d love to hear what you’re planning.