Every first of the month I see this montage of news anchors saying that they can’t believe it’s already the first of this month or that month.
This week we will see the collection in which they will be saying how unbelievable that it’s already the end of the year.
We get the point, time flies quickly.
I often throw future dates on the grabber line on the Chalkboard. They often seem so far away on chalk, but they usually appear in real life before we know it.
Today’s grabber dates are Easter and Labor Day. Since we just celebrated the birth of Jesus I thought I’d use Easter as a marker. We just began winter so why not time out when next summer ends.
The Resurrection of Jesus is just over three months away. Christmas was comfortable in Chicagoland this year with temperatures in the fifties. Expect to wear winter coats over your Easter dresses next Spring. Leave your bonnet in the closet.
Sunsets are starting to creep later this week. By Labor Day we will start noticing the summer sunsets fading quickly.
I used a quote this morning from Ralph Waldo…. This is easier said than done Mr. Emerson.
I’m going to let you know a secret Mr. Big Shot Poet and Philosopher. I can have all the patience time allows, but tomorrow will be yesterday last week. Next month will be last year and this decade will be a flashback from the past in a time when I’m gone.
When I’m gone?
Many of us had loved ones that went gone in 2023. Don’t shit yourself here, but think about how weird it is when you look at how the nineteen nineties are already thirty years ago.
Someday some of us are going to be saying the same thing about the twenty twenties.
Some of us won’t.
Some of us will be gone.
We will be those relatives that are gone.
Which means I don’t have time to be a dickhead or a douchebag. I don’t have time to be pissed off that the White Sox, the Blackhawks and the Bears all suck. I don’t have time to worry about replacing Betty the Green Blazer with some milk crate with an extension cord.
I do have time to watch the shadows of January adjust to the sun. I do have time to feed the squirrels from my balcony. I do have time to pray for a sick relative or a depressed colleague. I do have time to read the next John Young novel.
Though I don’t have time to spend at any red lights or in the long lines at Costco. I’m betting hell is full of red fucking lights and slow cashiers at checkout.
If I’m lucky, I’ll have twenty seven or twenty eight New Years Eves left to celebrate. I’ll bet that I’m asleep by eleven o’clock on twenty two of them.
Not because I’m boring, but because I give two shits. It’s just another year. It just means I’m further away from my parents changing my diaper and a day closer to my children sending me to a place where a stranger changes my diaper.
In the meantime…… I’m going to yell at my kids for doing stupid shit. I’m going to go to work and bust my ass. I’m going to pay my bills and I’m going to get Betty’s oil changed.
Oh my goodness gracious!
I’ve got to come up with a quick solution, a quick plan, a New Year’s Resolution before this weekend.
Here is my New Year’s Resolution for 2024.
I’m going to worry less and pray more. I’m going to hug and kiss a shitload of people these next twelve months. I’m going to pop in places I haven’t popped in lately. I’m going to swear more and rearrange the day for woke people. I’m going to sit down more when I go for walks and just watch shit do stuff.
You know what watching shit do stuff is?
Right?
It’s life baby!!!
Life is basically shit doing stuff.
I’m going to live 2024 to the Benny Hill theme song and not a dramatic piece from a John William’s score.
Things I won’t be doing in 2024. Putting ketchup on a hotdog, voting Democrat in November, pissing myself when the Cubs beat the Sox or the Packers beat the Bears and I’ll probably still use the same belt loop to hold my trousers up on December 27th, 2024.
Regardless what 2024 brings, I know one thing…..
……”I'm gonna keep on lovin' you,
'Cause it's the only thing I wanna do,
I don't wanna sleep, I just wanna keep on lovin' you!”
