What is wrong with me…cannot seem to finish 2019…tonight I must. A few words, a few photos and 2019 will truly go away. Fini. Exhausted. Done and Dusted. All that. My family and friends and work are fine. Except for that horrendous birthday, even I am fine. Had some nice trips to California, Minnesota, South Dakota, Quebec, Uzbekistan, Kyrgyzstan (almost died—not really), Tajikistan (offered a job), Kazakhstan (had borscht) and Turkey (best souvenir—a goldenrod sweatshirt that says Istanbul all over it!)
Today my laptop ate a document; this evening I drove over a cleverly concealed parking lot barrier and destroyed a tire and skewed a door frame; and worst of all I’m still old and poor. No that’s not the worst thing. Cult leader Sleazy T. and his very stupid and subservient minions are going to wreck the world. That’s the worst thing.
Should you think labeling the zombie-like creatures (formerly known as Republicans) at the heart of the DC goings-on as part of a cult is an exaggeration here, once again, is a dictionary definition of cult. 1) a system of religious veneration and devotion directed toward a particular figure or object. 2) a relatively small group of people having religious beliefs or practices regarded by others as strange or sinister (such as “a network of Satan-worshiping cults”). 3) a misplaced or excessive admiration for a particular person or thing. (…”a cult of personality surrounding the leaders”) Every single example fits US political leadership at this moment in time perfectly. Perfectly.
VOTE. MARCH. CONTRIBUTE. PAY ATTENTION. DO NOT DRINK THE KOOL-AID.
On to happier things: holiday gatherings. Bro Robert and Sis Marsha are here for the winter so Christmas was togetherness time—only downers were Robert having trouble with various body parts like back, knees, legs, hips, etc. (claims his brain’s fine… yeah, well, maybe) and me being old and surly. Everyone else is great. Scott came last weekend to pre-celebrate his 60th birthday (I seem to remember adopting him when I was a mere child). On his real birthday he and Sandra are going to Barcelona AND to prove he’s still young is spirit and fit in body, he and two friends are bike-packing (cycling with a tent along for sleeping in campgrounds) from Vancouver, Canada to Tijuana, Mexico for a month in September.
2020 is probably my last year of Big Travel as well as finishing the first draft of my book. Wish me luck. Wish us all luck. Wish the world luck.
PEACE. And some photos.
CHRISTMAS WITH FELLOW GYM RATS.
CHRISTMAS AT ROBERT’S…WE’RE ACTUALLY NOT VERY CHRISTMASY PEOPLE. MORE LIKE ARBOR DAY OR LOVE YOUR PET DAY TYPES.
AND THE FINAL HOLIDAY WITH WHICH TO END 2019. SCOTT’S EARLY BIRTHDAY PARTY.