So, another calendar is just about gone.
Right now, 2019 is packing its
bags, more than happy to get out of Dodge before the preverbal sh…stuff…hits the
fan.
2019 can’t hide that goofy grin on it’s face as it folds the last of August and the brrrrrrrr months into tight little squares and packs them away.
In the meantime, 2020 is out back, pacing,
already looking the worse for wear; already a little grey showing around the
temples, and a few too many wrinkles around its eyes…at least for a fresh new
baby year, which hasn’t even gotten its feet squarely on the ground, yet.
Yep, I guess it knows, like the
rest of us…this is going to be one mixed up, screwy year.
Except 2020 is in charge of keeping
it all together, in one piece; however it pans out, folks are not going to
forget 2020.
Nope…not for a long long time.
Nope…not for a long long time.
If you listen closely, as the winds
of change rattle through threadbare trees, it sounds very much like…“Meet
the new year…same as the old year”.
You know the tune…everybody knows
the tune.
Of course, now, you’ll be humming
it the rest of the day and probably night.
Maybe tomorrow too.
“I mean, can I at least get to March before y’all start throwing sh…stones, metaphorically or otherwise.”
And, I suppose, that accounts for that
big goofy grin on 2019.
“Good luck with that, old buddy!
Not only did you score a campaign and election year, buuuuuut an impeachment
year to boot!
“Not to mention the final season
of Homeland, which everyone hopes makes at least a little sense…especially
since most people thought it had already wrapped up, last year, and wasn’t
coming back.”
Not that 2020 doesn’t welcome the
challenge… but, to be honest, it didn’t really have a choice.
Back when the yearly convention was
being held—long before time was even a concept—and the annual assignments were handed
out, 2020 seemed like a good deal. For one, it’s a leap year, which means OT as
far as days. Plus, it was destined to be an Olympic year, and who doesn’t like
a little sports action in a good year?
Back then, 2020 seemed a long
way off with a nice comfortable cushion, which should have allowed everyone to
get their sh…stuff…together instead of throwing it all at the fan…as previously
mentioned.
But here we are…and here’s 2020, out
back, downloading the Uber app on its phone.
Don’t worry, it won’t go far; it
doesn’t have a credit card. In fact, I don’t even know how it got a phone in
the first place.
Poor 2020 is stuck here for the
duration, come hell or high water…which, to be honest, would be a respite for
what’s actually in store for 2020.
“It’s not my fault…still,
everyone’s going to put it all on me! So
unfair. No other year will ever be treated as unfairly as I will….”
In the meantime, 2019 is starting to
get on my nerves with all the singing coming from upstairs.
Midnight can’t come fast enough.
I guess I better try and talk 2020 out
from behind the garage.
“Hey, at least come and sit on
the porch. You can see the ball drop from the window. Yes…I can make some hot chocolate. Yes…with
marshmallows. I’ll even add a bit of Bailey’s. Yes, I think it will help calm
your nerves. No…I don’t think it will be as bad as all that. Yes…I promise I
won’t watch any cable news…and I promise not to look at the papers…no…not even
online. No, I don’t know where all that cackling is coming from…no I don’t
think it sounds like 2019, at all.”
At which point 2019 begins singing….
“And I think to myself…what a
wonderful world…Oh, yeahhhhhhhh!”
Which induces 2020 to make a beeline
for the backyard fence, only to trip over its untied shoelaces and hit its head
on an old tree stump left over from 2018.
At least that should keep it quiet
until midnight when we’ll all get up shout…
“Happy New Year!”
And the rest will be history….
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2020 will be a leap year? Well, there's not much to be said for February. It was tolerable when it was a short month, but an extra day is not good news. Oh shucks. March is a pain too, but at least spring begins in March. And that's a good sign. I am sending wishes to you for a healthy, wealthy and very happy new year.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Joan! Same to you. March is my birthday month, just barely, by a couple of days, so don't go knocking it. At least it brings in spring, which is always a plus. Have a good 2020 in the healthy wealthy and wise department...but how could you not?
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