Salt and vinegar chicken wings are slow baking in the oven. Tomorrow the tradition of black-eyed peas, greens, and ham will be on the menu…this is no time to NOT do our best to see a better year. Also, I sort of stumbled down a rabbit hole this morning. My Dad has been gone a tad over 6 months now and like it or not, I still have some matters to attend to as the tax year comes to an end. So when I sat down to pay some of my bills this morning I decided I would also crank up his laptop and look for a couple of things that I may need soon…well…down the hole I fell.
My Dad wrote and mused often both in emails and in letters. Some are seen by others and some not. Doesn’t matter to me either way, but I decided to walk back through them. While reading I have smiled more than cried. He was a thinker and I miss that about him. Agree with him or not he could damn sure make a point. I have started printing some out because I have an idea I might pursue with his writings. If nothing else, doing this today on this last day of this horrible year I feel him close and I need that.
As for 2020, Covid sucks, masks suck, an overburdened healthcare system sucks, restrictions suck, and loss of everything we once knew as normal sucks, but most of all for me…losing my Dad this year has taken the prize for the most suck of all. I try not to dwell on it too much or talk about it too much, for all of us have lost someone we love so who am I to continue to whine about it. Let’s face it, this year has been so much about loss for us all that it is almost incomprehensible.
So, here I sit on the day before a new year reading my Dad’s writings and I think it’s damn time to have some hope for a better year because I can almost hear him saying to me from above…”trust me Bud (he called me Bud), it can always be worse, you could not be watching the sunrise each day”. He had a way of being blunt in a see, I told you so sort of way.
Back to his writings while I smell the wings baking. Oh, and pass the sage. I wanna be ready come midnight.