With a new year comes new resolutions, or, as is often the case, old resolutions that have been “repurposed” for a new year.
The proprietor of this blog, in a ham-fisted attempt to comport with societal norms, will endeavor to improve himself and, more importantly, the lives of those around him by attempting to adhere to several resolutions in 2013.
Some are more serious, others less so; it is up to the reader to determine which is which.
- Reduce the number of times I refer to idjits and amadáns as “idjits” and “amadáns,” especially if my girls are within earshot.
- Reduce blood pressure by reducing shopping at Wal-Mart. It has become apparent that saving 5 cents a box on Kraft macaroni and cheese isn’t worth having to put up with idjits and amadáns who shop there. I refer to a) the woman walking down the aisles singing at the top of her lungs; b) the woman carrying on a lengthy dialogue, in 80-decibel tones, with her 2-year-old on why said 2-year-old will not obey her; the man who parks his car directly in front of the store entrance and waits 15 minutes with the motor running and exhaust spewing while his spouse shops; the innumerable parents who yammer on cell phones while their children run screaming through the aisles like Sioux warriors chasing down Custer’s bedraggled 7th Cavalry; etc., ad nauseam.
- Spend at least some time each night writing my book. I’ve spent the past year pulling research and set Jan. 1, 2013, as the date at which to begin writing. (So far, so good.)
- Spend more time fishing with my girls.
- Spend more time catching fish with my girls. Obviously nos. 4 and 5 go together. Long-term, I figure I’ve got a better chance of imparting a life-long love of fishing if they can bring something home to eat once in a while – that is, besides moss and a branch or two.
- Write more letters. I suppose I could have taken out “more” and it would have been equally applicable. This wouldn’t be such an issue, but I’ve never met a phone I’ve liked, so at some point, writing a note becomes important if I’m to let friends and family know I still alive and thrashing. Unfortunately, when you have handwriting that looks like something a semi-literate gibbon would produce, it’s frustrating to take pen in hand and try to scratch out a few lines.
- Read Robert Graves’ Goodbye to All That, George Orwell’s Homage to Catalonia and Albert Camus’ The Plague. All have been on my “to-read” list for far too long.
- Take my girls – all my girls, from my wife and the college graduate down to my 9-year-old – to a NASCAR race. Maybe it’s the smell of gas and burning rubber, and the deafening roar of 700-horsepower cars traveling at 180 MPH, but I can’t think of a better way to spend the day. However, reviews from my girls are mixed, with younger generally being more favorably inclined.
- Catch more beasties. The snakes, turtles, lizards, birds, fish and whatever else we can get our hands on (without them getting bit off or injected with venom) represent just one of the many wonderful things about living near the country. And nothing teaches kids about the world around them like experiencing it.
- Make sure Ms. Cotton Boll gets the love and attention she deserves. I’m not sure what I did to deserve such a wonderful woman, but being an obtuse sort, I still fail at times to dote on her as I should. Everyone should have as caring and loving spouse as that with which God has blessed me.