Well, probably it is going to be a lot like each year… too much drama, too much politics, too many investigations that will never take place. Too many “news” stories that never go anywhere. I remember a time that was simpler.
I remember when snowflakes were something that we looked forward to in the South. I remember a time when I had never heard of words like Al Qaida, ISIS/ISIL, Osama or Obama. I remember a time when I was in college and trying to figure out the real differences between the Republicans and Democrats… Oh, wait… I’m still trying to figure that one out.
I remember a time when pasta had not been invented, back then it was macaroni or spaghetti. I remember the first Pizza I ever had; the little girl I took on that date is about to have a birthday on the 26th. Happy Birthday Kay King McDonald.
Back then all potato chips were plain and Fritos were all regular… everything else was original but not called original… because we had nothing to compare it too. Oil was used for lubricating, fat was for cooking. Television had color even then… black and white. Telephones were all black and had a “turny” thing with numbers—it was called a dial. If you were really cool, you had a colored wall phone with a 25 foot cord so the teen agers could go in the other room to talk.
All telephone numbers started with words, ours started with Melrose. Cubed sugar was regarded as so much cooler than granulated. Sugar enjoyed a good press in those days, and was regarded as being white gold. Healthy food was all we had and included fried foods, and bacon and… Oh, and chickens didn’t have fingers and buffalos didn’t have wings in those days. I had never heard of yogurt and the sound alone was disgusting. No one would have considered seaweed as a food.
Cooking outside was done on a converted 55 gallon drum called a bar-b-que pit, you cooked with charcoal, unless you were camping and you cooked with wood.
We had problems with carbon footprints even back in those days. Dad and I used to play checkers while we were barbecuing; I lost count of the herds of cattle we cremated when we focused too closely on the game. Sometimes the burgers were black and hard as briquettes. Dad’s only comment… “Carbon’s good for your teeth.”
Pineapples came in chunks or were round with a hole in the middle, in a tin; I was an adult before I ever saw a real one. Water came out of the tap. If someone had suggested bottling it and charging more than gasoline for it, they would have become a laughing stock.
Back then, there were three things that we never ever had on or at our table: elbows, hats and cell phones. And your choices for each meal: “Take it” or “Leave it.”
What is 2018 going to be like? It will be like every other year… exactly what we make of it. Here are some tips to help you make it better, remember:
Everyone is entitled to their own opinion, no matter how stupid it is.
Everyone else can immediately see how wrong you are, what mistakes you’re making and how to fix any problem you encounter… but not their own.
Churches are often like Congress.
Pastors, Priests, Doctors, Police, Teachers… they are all just people, there are some better than others and some, well… Bless their hearts.
Puppies are fun, but old dogs need love also.
Children are fun, but old people need attention also. Did you ever notice you have to teach a child how to walk, but not how to run? Did you ever notice most old folks don’t run anymore?
God gave you two ears, two eyes and one mouth; they should be used in those amounts.
You are going to lose some friends and family members this year, love them now… when they can enjoy it.
You are going to make new friends this year, choose wisely… not all that glitters is gold.
You will be attacked this year, probably by some of those new friends. You will be attacked this year, by some family members. You will be attacked this year by some body… Expect it but remember… you have a right to live your life the way you think it should be lived. However, don’t be arrogant or stupid… try to be graceful and to give grace… just don’t expect much grace from others and your feelings won’t be hurt… too badly.
Stand up for what’s right and stand up for yourself, if you are right. Try new things. Dare to dare! Check something off your bucket list, everyday you will get closer to the end of your life, don’t waste these days. While your hair turns gray… or loose, and your skin wrinkles, and your joints hurt, and your bladder leaks… every now and then close your eyes and visit that young person inside of you… your old friend, your old self.
Be a challenge for yourself, be kinder to yourself, be braver with yourself, be closer to your family and closer to your God. Listen more to Him and less to men talking about him. But on occasion, remember that with all of the trials you have had… all the losses you have lost… all the times, you have failed… all the tears you have shed… all the times you have had… you have had a lot of good years.
Recognize you have never, ever been right where you are right now and you will never, ever have this time again.
Make that place a good one, make that time count and to paraphrase an old song, then 2018 “will be a very good year.”
See ya when I see ya.
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