Sweet Mother of God, what a start to 2022.
I dislike New Years Eve, New Years Day, and all that encompasses it. Always have, always will. I dislike the parties, the amateurs, the vibe, the television broadcasts, the hats, the plans, the expectations, the music, the resolutions, and the thought that a single calendar day will automatically make everything different. Dislike it all. This New Years, and Christmas, my family and I were in Hawaii. Planned it for months. Did a lot of switcheroos with my wife's cousins regarding houses and cars and whatnot--particular cousins reside in Kailua, Oahu, where we stayed. Them, and other cousins were visiting Colorado for the holidays...hence all the switcherooing. It's nice to have family that you can do these things with. It was a long travel day getting to Hawaii, and my kids did great. A few tense moments going through Covid protocols to enter the island and also make connecting flights and such, but we made it. It was my family's first time there, and we were floored by its beauty. Just unreal. The night we arrived was Christmas Eve, and that's when poor luck ensued. Illnesses, hospitalizations, more illnesses, rashes, buckets of vomit, and the like immediately impacted our first few days. More illnesses from the Colorado cousin crew followed, with a car accident, even more illness, another hospitalization, and a game of musical houses commenced after a terrible fire consumed nearby cities and put our Colorado neighborhood on a pre-evacuation watch. And then Betty White fucking died. New Years Day, we traveled back to Colorado, and it was easily, without a doubt, the worst travel day I've ever experienced. I'm surprised John Candy wasn't around. But we made it back, even without Mr. Candy, somehow. But one thing that I dislike just as much as New Years, is bitching and moaning about things. Things happened, it was challenging, and that's it. Move forward. Realistically, the dark may overshadow the bright on this trip--at least for now. Just enough unfortunate things happened that we may look back and just shake our heads and chalk this one up to a rough outing. Fair enough. But I'd really like to look at it in a different light. The things we saw, and the things we breathed in and smelled, and the birds and raindrops, the waves and kids laughing and playing...that's what needs to be front and center. And I hope once the dust settles from the negatives, that we don't constantly associate them with this adventure. I took a lot of pictures while we were there. I took pictures of the beach, waterfalls, the kids playing, palm trees, mountains, and gardens. I did not take pictures of vomit or fevers or hospitals or car wrecks or three hours on the tarmac and lost luggage. Just the good stuff. I've touched on this via a stupid Facebook post, but we all learned how to make lemonade out of lemons. That's all you can do. Life punches, you roll with it. Curveball? Learn to hit it. Whatever saying you have, we adapted to it. At any rate, you just gotta keep on truckin', right? Even during what seems to be a show of shit, there's plenty of good to keep you balanced. Fuck, we came home to a house and an alive old dog. There are plenty in our community who, unfortunately cannot say that. My daughter's Vice Principal, a fantastic educator and human, lost everything in the fires. Well, not everything--he and his family are safe. But house burnt to the ground, cars gone, pets gone...alI of it. So there you go. Lemonade, fuckers. Afterthoughts... * Get your shit together, baseball. We need you...NOW. Put your monetary, unionized, mafia-run bullshit aside and play baseball. You're all going to make more money than I can count, so at least entertain us with a game that plenty of us need. Spring Training would be swell, but I'm good with just a regular old season of regular old baseball. Get your heads out of your buttholes and play baseball. Figure it out. * A fun aside while we were in Hawaii was watching the Book of Boba Fett together. I needed that. I don't watch much, but I sure do love a nice Star Wars show. I'm able to escape for 45 minutes or whatever. I just lose myself in it--and then pick it apart, look for easter eggs, and speculate the next 45 minutes. Good to see some flashback to the Sarlacc and the destruction of Jabba's sailbarge. Fat fuck, glad Leia killed him. He was probably friends with Jeffrey Epstein. Probably some tabloid pics out there somewhere. *. Lot of randomness in this post. While re-reading it, I can sense my stress. Not my finest writing, but a vent-post, I guess. My apologies--just how I'm decompressing, I suppose. We really did have some pretty good times during our vacation. Don't want to come across as ungrateful or spoiled. But I gotta tell ya, it sure feels nice to sit by my fireplace with my old-as-fuck dog curled up in a gigantic black ball on the floor by my feet, listening to the Allmans, with my second or third glass of whisk soothing my mind right now. Fact is, it's a new year. So, Happy New Year. It's just another day, but a day in which you can try and adjust things to make them better. You can vow to exercise more, eat less, drink more/less, or whatever your stupid resolution is. But I think that's something that can be adjusted throughout the year, everyday. You don't need to wait until December 31 to make all these changes. If something needs to be changed, change it, moron. My takeaways from this past week or so: Look for the good. And help out others. Basically, don't be an asshole. That's pretty much what it boils down to. Sounds like something Betty White would say.
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