It was my 69th year to heaven, to paraphrase Dylan Thomas. It started with a broken leg and ended with a restored heart rhythm, two young dogs and a retirement plan. Meanwhile, my country slides toward…what? Beneath the bubbles and burbles of everyday life there is a current of anxiety that cannot be turned off, not completely.
Today is the last day of 2017. This morning it was -23 F with a wind chill in the -40+ range. It has not been above zero for a week. Cars are not starting and we are developing the early signs of cabin fever: crankiness, sleepiness, boredom, restless legs. I’ve put on a few pounds in the past month so that my heavy wool pants are just a bit too snug. Going outdoors for a few minutes is no problem, but an hours-long outdoor adventure is just too much!
I’ve spent much of the holidays setting up a couple of new computers. It feels like indulgence, but I replaced my early 2009 iMac with a 2017 model, and added a MacBook Pro to my toolkit. I purchased a wireless multi-function copier, printer, scanner as well. That’s not all I’ve been doing. Debby and I have started clearing stuff out, making room, cleaning. All of this in preparation for the Big Change in June, 2018. Then another phase of my life will begin.
In the meantime, the Vikings play the Bears at noon in their last regular-season game. Too bad the Packers aren’t there at the finish line with them. One bad hit, one broken collarbone, one player out and the Packer’s season was over. There is a lesson in that.