I went downtown on Dec. 26th,
thinking that I could maybe pick up a few Christmas lights at a discount, but
all of the stores were closed. I guess that’s one of the realities of living in
a small town. Family is more important than the biggest retail sales days of
the year. - Either that or everyone is at home digging into the homemade
eggnog.
One day I happened to walk by the TV, when a caller addressed
the hosts of the show with “Merry Christmas, and I don’t care if you’re
Christians or not.” It’s one thing to
choose tradition over political correctness; it’s quite another to rub it in
someone else’s face.
I’m not much into making New Year’s resolutions, but I do
have a friend who made it their goal to read 60 books each year. I decided to
attempt half of that. I usually come close to hitting my goal, and it helps to
keep me on the hunt for new and interesting books to read.
I’m beginning to suspect that 2017 will be the death of
Facebook. *When you post a status update
of 35 characters or less, the update is assigned the larger font by default.
Lovely. -Everything else is just advertisement,
but you don’t need me to tell you that.
Twitter will survive,
because Trump won’t without it. -America won’t be great again, and it likely
won’t get any better, but perhaps I don’t care anymore.
I’ve just about run out of predictions, which is fine, because
it reduces the odds that I could be wrong.
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There is such a thing as raw, unalloyed, agenda-less kindness. - David Foster Wallace
