Where are we going?
I don’t know.
When are we going to
get there?
I don’t care.
Why are we going?
Ah, that may be the
proper question.
We enter yet another circling of that hot orb known as Sol,
and many won’t remember because they will be drunk and stupid. Others will be
on the journey and remember. Neither is a requisite. Back to the question. The
only answer allowed is simply:
Because we’re here.
Entering the year 2017 isn’t a mother-may-I quiz, it’s
simply a case of not dying on December 31. So we accept our lot in life, but do
we enter as intelligent adults, screaming children, or fools? Answering is not
mandatory since we will enter as we leave. That is, if we’re a fool leaving
2016 we will enter 2017 as a fool.
I have experienced 79 New Year celebrations and yet, I’m but
78 years old. They are getting a bit tedious but I’m not willing to give the
next one, or the next many, up. I’ll simply sleep through the process as I’ve
done for probably 73 of the previous orgies. Since I’m a believer in personal freedom
I don’t believe I have the right to suggest that you shouldn’t celebrate this
time of entering the next orbit, but I will ask what it is you think you’re
celebrating.
I have danced naked on the streets of Virginia City, but not
on New Year’s Eve. Too damn cold. My good friend Jose Cuervo danced with me,
and we sang “Hand Me Down My Can of Beans” over and over. I’ve jumped naked in
the icy cold waters of Lake Tahoe. But never on New Year’s Eve. Too cold. I
believe I was swimming with Jack Daniels on that occasion. We sang “Ninety Nine
Bottles of Beer On the Wall.”
Some use this new year concept to recreate themselves by
swearing before the gods of ancient Greece that they will lose weight and not
be late for work and use their turn signals and take out the garbage without
being asked. I found this little ditty on facebook the other day and have taken
it in to be nourished and loved.
Don’t expect any New
Years resolutions from me.
I intend on staying
the same awkward, Sarcastic,
Foul-mouthed delight
You’ve all come to
know and love.
Patty and I planned to have a smoked salmon salad sometime
around four o’clock with dinner of roasted goose, mashed potatoes and gravy,
and home made rolls at about seven or so. A movie I won’t remember will follow,
and then it’s off to bed. Surely some idiot neighbor will fire off a few
rounds, not giving a damn where the bullets might land, sometime around
midnight, and I’ll whisper Happy New Year in her ear, and thus, the next orbit
about old Sol will begin.
Whoopy
Until next time, read good books and stay regular
Johnny Gunn
Will you join me on facebook from time to time?
Or Tweet with me, darlin’?
