It’s been a while, but it’s great to see you. I hope you’re enjoying this holiday season!
For the first time ever, I took a huge long break from blogging. Why? Meh. I dunno. Well, that’s not entirely true. There are several reasons, but among them: 1) I was sad, 2) Godspell was a brutal rehearsal schedule and I was pretty much exhausted, and 3) I was mad at some Americans for their collective hatred and bigotry, and didn’t want to use RtB as a sort of bully pulpit. That kind of negativity extracts joy, and I really didn’t want to contribute to it. So, as Mother used to tell us, If you don’t have anything nice to say…
As I look at 2015 in the rear-view:
- Even thought I’m an avid fan of made-up stories, I read some great non-fiction (this, this and this – sheesh, no wonder I was depressed).
- I wrote to you exactly five times in August, three times in September, twice in October and once in November. A sad trend. Thassnotright.
- I said silly things like, “I didn’t enjoy recess, because I was afraid of some boys who always picked on me. They were not nice. They’re probably corporate presidents now.”
- We had a super fun summer Odyssey.
- Five of my favorite shows ended in 2015, darn: Boardwalk Empire, Mad Men, The Newsroom, DaVinci’s Demons and True Blood. (I’m still not over Mad Men not being a part of my Sunday nights.) But many of my other faves — Homeland, The Knick, Empire, Penny Dreadful, Outlander, Game of Thrones, Last Week Tonight, others — are still going strong. I still record most of my television watching due to my work schedule, but I’m grateful for times like this when I can catch up. That easy life of a teacher, I tell ya…
- Good grief, I have snarked this year.
- But I got pretty new dishes.
- I hated on some singing voices, but none more than my own. Heh.
Another year, almost in the books. Fellow crusties: do you find yourself ruminating on your mortality more often nowadays? I try not to, as it’s basically pointless. Moot, sort of. Sometimes, I think about how I could have, conceivably, less than a decade or so left to live (give or take), and there are still a thousand things I haven’t done. Stupid jobs and mortgages, anyhow (and lack of independent wealth). Where’s that silver spoon when you need it?
Anyway, it’s good to talk to you again. I hope the next time doesn’t take another seven and a half weeks.
Fink, who’s being taken shopping and to lunch by #1 Son Seamus today — wahoo!