Everyone else is looking backwards today, but that’s simply too too easy. After all, we can sum up this year (and last year and the year before that) quite simply:
America’s national politicians-for-life, faced with a $16,352,743,884,513.53 debt and a bank that turns into a pumpkin at midnight tonight, decided to fight the War on Guns instead. (This follows the War on Drugs and we all know how well that worked out.)
Maybe they have finally realized that the Arab Spring of 2012 could become the American Spring of 2013.
I have just finished a loverly vacation. The weather was beachy. Marathon had a sand castle contest and Key Weird opened a sculpture exhibit with unicycles. We chased fleas, talked to birds, sang to sea lions, and took about 2,600 pictures, the digital equivalent of 72 rolls of film. And through it all, it did not once snow in the Florida Keys.
I don’t make New Year’s Revolutions but I would like to make a few changes in my life. For the record I am blessed with the two best friends a man could have and I don’t particularly want to add stuff. I bought the best camera I’ve ever owned last month. I have a couple of pretty good computers and plenty of pocket electronics. I don’t need an airplane.
I need time. See, this year I want to
hit a home run, even in the minors;
revisit the 40 states I’ve already photographed and visit the rest of them for the first time;
win the lottery;
hike to the bottom of the Grand Canyon (as long as there’s an elevator back up);
sell an invention;
sell 100 photographs;
sell a book;
and reduce my use of serial semi-colons.
Over the last couple of years, I’ve replaced or repaired most of the little things that plagued me and stole the time I needed to do all of the above:
the gas chainsaw that never ran (bought an electric);
the hydronic heating pipes that freeze in the winter (installed an antifreeze pumping system);
the satellite receiver that didn’t receive (they sent me another);
the IT client who lied to me, chewed up hours of time to repair stuff their prior service company did wrong, then refused to pay (shed same);
the pellet stove that stopped burning (I stopped trying to repair it and bought an exhaust fan);
my iPod dock (put a couple of powered speakers in service instead);
the slow leak in a couple of car tires that the fixes never seem to last and always seem flat when needed (ongoing);
and the new TV that hums in the external speakers (diagnosed but not fixed).
It’s time to stop having to fix the little stuff.
That all means 2013 will be the year Mr. Fixit puts a new roof on this house, digs up the sewer line, and has to drag the seawall out of the sea, innit. At least I shall endeavor not to take on new clients.
Happy New Year!
No man’s life, liberty, or property is safe while the legislature is in session.
— Mark Twain
Suppose you were an idiot. And suppose you were a Member of Congress. But I repeat myself.
There is no distinctly native American criminal class except Congress.
— Mark Twain
Thanks to the Congress, the public debt rose $3,009,622.24 between 11:59 a.m. and noon today.
I got most of the little things fixed; but a few of them remain: I have a bothersome calcium deposit on the palm of my left hand. The barber who trims the hair in my right palm refuses to touch it. (inside guy joke)
Three of the tires on Mrs George’s Government Motors car need airing up. I been meaning to do it but keep forgetting.
I need to renew my Norton Virus protection. Been meaning to do it but keep forgetting.
Five kittens need vaccinations. Mebbe in mid-January.
‘sabout it. Happy New Year to you.
We all need to renew our virus protection, George. Speaker Boehner sent everyone home without voting on anything.
Well, that’s good news. I predict that the can will still get kicked; and I have a 60% correctness stat. (The alternative is not much worse.)