Hello 2019

newyear

Okay, the Christmas lights are all taken down and packed away.  The tree was picked up off the front lawn and taken away by the Used Christmas Tree truck.  The last of the leftovers were cleaned out of the fridge and I settled down for a long winter’s nap, which for me, lasts about 20 minutes.

So, what to do now?  Ramble on, I suppose.  It’s 20-friggin’-19.  I think my memory began sometime in the late 1940’s.  My very first memory is looking out through the bars of a hospital crib at night. All the lights were out, but I could see a clock on the wall outside the door in the hallway that was dimly lit.  Flash!  That’s it. My first memory that my databank can recall and it was nothing more than a clock on a wall.  I don’t even remember what time it was (does anybody really care?).  I do know my throat was soar and I eventually learned I had my tonsils removed that day.  And so it all began.

And now it’s off to another year.  I have set no goals for this one, made no resolutions and promised no promises.  I choose to simply go with the flow and make necessary adjustments along the way when needed.  I do have three wishes if some genie wants to grant them.

  1. First, I wish my three-year old chronic backache would go away. I surrender. I cry uncle. As Popeye said, “That’s all I can stands, I can stands no more.”  Back: 3, Marc: 0.  I lose. I get it.
  2. Next, I hope my new website proves helpful to independent authors attempting to learn how to self-publish their own books. While I have not been a successful selling author, I have learned a good deal about how to publish your own book.  I hope to share that knowledge with those who seek it out.  I’m still building this new website, but I will open the window and yell out when it’s done.  Won’t be long.
  3. And last, but actually first, I hope my dear Rosemarie and I can make it through the year with reasonable ease as we continue to fend off the challenges—old and new—that insist on disrupting our precious so-called golden years. There are aches and pains to deal with, less energy, bits and pieces of memory loss and a whole list of nasties that plague oldsters like us.  If you think life isn’t fair and you are under 60…well, you ain’t seen nuthin’ yet.

Meanwhile, I am looking for some kind of activity to replace all the time I’ve spent writing books over the past dozen years.  It’s time to update the ride, take out the old rollercoaster and build some new wild and crazy ride. No, I don’t want to paint or sculpt, although I do  have to repaint a room or two, not a picture.  Maybe I should get one of those big whatchamacallits that you weave big rugs with…a loom?  Y’know, you toss that bullet-shaped piece of wood back and forth within the strings of yarn and you make patterns of weird symbols and before you know it, you got a rug.  I have to think about that…not sure that’s what I want to do.  I really rather make a boat but I don’t have the room…or the water.  I will have to keep thinking.

In the meantime, I’ll end with a bit of a rhyme that appeared in this blog’s space a couple years back, just for grins.  And, oh yeah, a little late, but Happy New Year everyone!

                        ANOTHER YEAR   …a poem

Posted January 2016

It’s really an outrage that we’ve had to start another year.

Why, I was just barely getting 2015 running full gear.

There were so many things I never got a chance to finish.

Things I wanted to do, things I wanted to accomplish.

Like painting a room, fixing the roof, mowing the lawn.

Why, I could have worked all of 2015 dawn to dawn.

I don’t understand–why bring on a new year just now?

If that’s the case, I’ll quit, y’know throw in the towel.

I’m getting too old to do things at the speed I once did.

Sure, there was a time when I did it all, but I was a kid.

I’m a lot slower now and if I’m going to be in the race

It’s a no-brainer, you gotta slow down the pace.

This business of having a new year, one atop the other

Makes me want to stay in bed. Get up? Why even bother?

So for all of you cheering on the new times you so revere,

I ask why be in such a hurry? For me, I wish you…

                                  Happy Old Year!

*****

 

About Marc Kuhn

I am a retired radio exec. I've worked at major stations in Philadelphia, Washington, D.C. and Miami. That was then. This is now: I've published seven books and this blog thingy. Need to know more? Really? Okay, I bare/bear all at http://marckuhn.com The other links are for the websites of each of the books I've written. I've been busy! Hope you'll stop by and check them out. Thanks for your interest!
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