One of my regular stops in the morning rotation, Toirdhealbheach Beucail, devoted his New Year’s Eve blog post to thanking folks for visiting during the course of the year, which struck me as a lovely gesture and worth imitating.
And so thank you, fellow traveler, for browsing past this website from time to time. I hope I’ve been able to say something that sometimes encourages, enlightens and/or entertains you. (Even though “fellow traveler” has a certain connotation among people of a certain foolish ideology, I use the phrase because it fits how I feel about folks of like mind, or like-ish mind.)
Red is severely under the weather tonight, and so, instead of celebrating the end of 2021 and beginning of 2022 with the second night of a five-night Daniel Craig James Bond marathon that will conclude with our first exposure to No Time to Die, I am typing this installment watching Godzilla vs. Megalon on Comet TV while she tries to recuperate in relative isolation in the other room.
The Bond-o-rama is partially defensive — We spent our share of the last couple of movies asking each other, “Who is that guy again? Who are these people and why are they important to Bond?” We figure it’ll be easier to follow the plot night by night rather than with years separating the chapters. (And my goodness, those 1970s Godzilla movies are abhorrent.)
People always review the year past and think about what’s ahead when the number of the year changes. I found that I accomplished more than I realized in 2021, although not as much as I’d hoped — and maybe that’s a good thing. “A man’s reach must exceed his grasp or what’s a heaven for?” and all that.
I have some ambitious ideas about what I’d like to share with you during 2022, and they will start becoming evident in coming days and weeks, Lord willing and the creek don’t rise.In the meantime, have a great new year and don’t let the busybodies and bullies get you down.