Thursday, December 14, 2017

NOW VOYAGER



Head start
We each start life in the same way.
Once born, what happens next is a
crap shoot. Whatever mix of the
DNA cocktail one is served defines
innate physical and psychological
characteristics. The circumstances
surrounding our banal beginnings
slowly morph and modify how we
leverage our genetic amalgam. As
we evolve external factors spiced
up with a bit of luck make us who
we are. One thing is certain, each
of us has a choice to sink or swim.
Child's play
Depending on kismet our childhoods
differ dramatically. While we're born
who we are, our formative years alter
our natural instincts to handle reality.
Yet in the end are we really all that
different? Everyone goes to school,
gets a first haircut, and falls in love.
Everyone suffers some sort of hurt.
Parents divorce. Bullies bully. And
some don't make the team. There is
not much difference to how we each
mature except how we individually
react and adapt to life's challenges.
Special delivery
Once we're adults, many assume
that they're prettier, smarter, and
much more unique than the rest
of the pack. The fallacy that our
lives are dramatically different
from others deludes most of us
for many years. Slowly youth's
invincibility fades after each of
life's bitch slaps. Then one day
we suddenly realize that almost
everyone has to learn the same
lessons. And that some struggle
with severe learning disabilities.

Lesson learned
Life is cyclical. We all life, love, work,
and then suddenly disappear. What most
can't seem to accept is that in the end
there is an end. Like it or not, we all get
old and then we die. While that might
scare some of you I'm comfortable with
that fact. At some point we all have to
face reality. Which is why we moved
Frank's folks into assisted living. Three
years later, his father is alone at ninety
nine and a half. Yet even if Dad calls it
"jail" we know said move was the best
for all involved. Older and wiser huh?!
Group fare
Dodging walkers down a hallway lined
with railings, one has to wonder about
the future. The odds are in our favor,
Boomer life expectancy will extend
into our mid eighties. Given we're all
traveling, shopping, building dream
homes, and doling out cash to progeny,
one worries that we may run out of cash
about the same time the government has
to stop issuing Social Security checks.
Only one thing is certain, most of us will
end up in some sort of a group home. My
only question is, will I know where I am?
Cruise control
Several of my friends have invested in
mega elder care insurance policies that
guarantee they'll be well cared for no
matter what. The question is, will most
be brave enough to decide when, where,
and how that happens? My Mother was
a strong woman. She battled against all
odds while caring for my Alzheimer's
stricken father. One day she realized
that she could not longer do so. Shortly
thereafter she moved them into Assisted
Living. After Dad died, Ethel welcomed
the reality of own mortality. It was time.
Now voyager
The older one gets - the more important
clarity becomes. Like it or not we're all
in control of our destinies. Some fight
the ravages of time while others simply
age gracefully. To each his own yet in
the end, each of our lives will end. Just
like everything else in life, it's up to us
to decide when, how, and where to fade
away. If you believe that one's journey
is but brief, why not book a First Class
stateroom, order too much champagne,
and enjoy the ride to the end of the line?
Getting there is half the fun!

Wednesday, December 13, 2017

NO REST FOR THE WEARY


Split decision
For the last year I've once again lived a life
straddled between rural Montana and urban
Manhattan. In theory such an existence is the
ultimate expression of yin and yang. But it's
not the best of both worlds. Managing the
constant transfers between here and there is
anything but a delicate balance. Not a day
goes by when I don't assume that something
is at hand in the kitchen cupboard or fridge.
When in reality it's over two thousand miles
away. A phenomena that causes me to double
down. And to question the benefits of living
in two places. Is it worth all of the hassles?
Half & half
In theory one's golden years should be spent
enjoying the fruits of one's labors. Yet many
of my fellow baby boomers continue to take
things to the extreme. Post retirement things
can get more complicated. In theory splitting
one's time between hot and cold makes sense.
However I question whether spending one's
winter searching for all you need is worth
avoiding snow. Either I'm in the early stages
of dementia or it's just too confusing. All that
I know is that rushing to and fro between two
extremes is exhausting. And so come January
we're coming home to stay! The end is near!
Over the edge
As Lisa said on Green Acres - I just adore
a penthouse view. However I don't enjoy
all of the responsibility that accompanies
maintaining our New York apartment. Like
any home - something is always breaking.
Recently our fridge starting making awful
noises. For a day I fretted over what to do
as the idea of coordinating a repair in this
city is daunting. So rather than pick up the
phone - I prayed for redemption. By the
next day all was silent. Yet I still worry
about what might go wrong next. Is my
dual existence causing me to breakdown?
Suddenly single
Nothing is ever easy. Yet inevitably I seem to
be adept at complicating almost any situation.
The resulting confusion has me resolved to
put an end to all of this fuss. There has to be
an easier answer. Thus my early new years
resolution is to stay in ONE place. In truth
nothing is more ridiculous that attempting to
be in two places at once. Burning one's candle
on both ends ultimately burns you out. Maybe
it's time that I put on my big boy pants. Should
I accentuate the positive by eliminating the
negative? All of which means that by the end
of January we'll be going home for GOOD.
Chapter closed
Enough is enough. Each of us have our
individual sweet spot. The error in many
of our ways is assuming that we require
more than one. At many points in life we
all escape reality. However there's a big
difference between taking a vacation and
maintaining a vacation home. So while
our plan is to stay in one place, I've no
doubt that we'll continue to be frequent
travelers. The difference being that in the
future somebody else must worry about
whether the toilets are scrubbed. Which
in my opinion is the ultimate get away...

Tuesday, December 12, 2017

WRITTEN ON THE WIND...



Seasons greetings
In blogs past I've lectured you on the merits
of sending merry missives. As said prior,
there's little as elegant as a hand inscribed
note. Especially if it's scrawled upon some
heavy stock that's aggressively engraved in
a most civilized manner. For all of my adult
life I've felt that such transmissions were so
much more than mere seasonal expressions.
Rather said communiques are expressions
of one's sense of style. In essence concrete
evidence of how one chooses to strut their
stuff. All of which works only if and when
you send them out to the world at large.
Post traumatic stress syndrome
Which is exactly what I didn't do last year.
Somehow my Christmas cards got lost in
a flurry of house guests, presents, cooking,
decorating, and drinking. It also didn't help
that I was secretly planning to re-enter the
workforce come the new year. Hence I was
all too busy transitioning between here and
there. Meaning that in the end, my postal
presents never made it to your house. A sad
fact that I find mortifying. Especially when
so many of you sent charming cards, photos,
letters, etc. Reinforcing my commitment to
deliver my mail this year come rain or snow.
Mail call
As you may know, this year we're escaping the
season on a tropical cruise far from mistletoe,
balsam, and Bergdorf's. We've decided to not
send out any gifts. Instead we're either writing
a check or checking you off our list. As less
is more hopefully you'll be equally happy to
not have to send us anything except your love.
Given we'll be far away from it all - we plan
to avoid any seasonal disorder. Thus my only
holiday task was to send our Christmas cards.
After all, it's the least I could do. So as we left
Montana after Thanksgiving I careful packed
them to insure they came along for the ride.
Address correction requested
Last weekend I finally carved out some time
to do my duty. However one thing seemed to
be missing - my address book. Somehow I'd
left it back at home. And while I maintain a
cyber contact list - those once a year folks
are archaically archived on paper not vapor.
Therefore good intentions aside, I'm unable
to complete the task at hand. A fact that I not
only consider highly irritating but extremely
embarrassing. Meaning that once again, Mr.
Etiquette is a complete and utter hypocrite.
Unable to execute this simplest of seasonal
tasks. All I can say is BAH HUMBUG!
You've got mail
Could it be that I've learned yet another lesson?
While I enjoy catching up with all of you on an
annual basis - this error in judgement calls into
question doing so via snail mail. Is that the best
use of our collective time? I still adore the pomp
and circumstance of my tried and true traditions.
However a quick e-mail, tweet, text, or Instagram
can be equally evocative. Now almost daily my
daughter "M" posts an update on grandson "H".
Hence while not there physically, we're instantly
connected via modern technology. Which has
me thinking that maybe it's time to finally put
down my cards in surrender? What about you?
Postcards from the edge
Change is good. This holiday we're off on a
cruise through the end of December. So why
was I even thinking of sending out Christmas
cards? This year all traditions will be broken.
Soon we'll be on deck. Not decking the halls.
Rather than donning gay apparel - we'll lay
half naked under the sun. Therefore the only
chilling we'll be doing is with a cocktail in
hand. Most important - this year somebody
else is cooking our goose on Christmas day.
Yet somethings never change. So while you
won't get a card from us, I'll continue to write
to you on a daily basis. Merry Montanaroue'!

Monday, December 11, 2017

BLESS THEIR HEARTS...


Against all odds?
In case you haven't figured it out... I'm what
some libel a liberal. However in truth such a
label doesn't necessarily define who I really
am. I was born into a Republican household.
Hence as conservative politically, socially,
and religiously as could be. As a tot I heard
my father blame "Roosevelt" (as in FDR) for
the decline and fall of western civilization.
Howard was so fervently right that he gave
cash to Jerry Falwell, tuned into Focus On
The Family, and still argued that Dick Nixon
was in fact innocent. Thus in theory my roots
run deep, red, and ALL AMERICAN!
Face to face with Jesus?
As I look at the mess we're in, I can't help but
wonder what my parents would think. As New
Yorkers they held their felllow citizen Donnie
Trump in disdain. Feeling he was an egoist,
social climber, and "crook" - it's doubtful they
would have ever voted for him. Yet if faced
with the dilemma that Alabama Republicans
are now struggling with, I know they would
be torn over what to do. As fundamentalists
they believed any born again Christian was
absolved of prior sins. Yet would my folks be
willing to forgive and forget in order to hand
an accused violator of women a senate seat!?
How do we measure up?
I know one thing. Which is that my parents
were a dichotomy. Neither were fans of the
women's "lib" movement. In fact my mother
avoided slacks as dad preferred she wear a
dress. Yet wardrobe aside Ethel wore the
pants in our family. Prior to civil rights -
both maintained friendships with African
Americans who we considered "family."
Fundamentalist to the core, somehow they
embraced their son and his same sex lover.
Thus while conservative they held diverse
opinions. Leaving me to wonder just how
Alabamans like them will vote on Tuesday.
Grill or chill?
In truth we're all rather multi-dimensional. Few
if any think within a pre-defined box. Yet sadly
today's political leaders want to box us in. For
whatever reason they seem to think that decent
human beings - honest hardworking folk - will
do whatever they tell them to do. Whether it's
right... or wrong. However we're starting to see
that oppressive red tide turn in our favor. Smart
people are finally questioning whether it's worth
sacrificing one's morality to order win at any
cost. Thus one can only hope that on Tuesday
they'll vote with their conscience rather than
follow their leaders. What would Jesus do?!!
Politics as usual?
Rally rhetoric and robocalls aside - something
is happening here in America. Several recent
polls indicate that only 32% of us approve of
Donald J. Trump's performance as President.
Yet the man in charge prefers touts a poll that
places his fans at 45%. Rather than face reality -
Donald basks in the glory of adoring fans who
flock to Pensacola to laud their lord and master.
The question is where do the rest of Americans
stand? Who can support the endorsement of a
man accused of violating multiple teenagers?
Especially when it comes from a guy who has
been accused of the same by nineteen women?!
In or out?
As of yesterday, one percent of Americans had
signed a petition at www.needtoimpeach.com
This "movement" is funded by a sixty year old
billionaire, former hedge fund founder, and New
Yorker named Tom Steyer. Said initiative is the
personal bully pulpit of a passionate politico
who feels our current Chief Executive must exit
the oval office. So far he's spent at least twenty
million to air televised messages encouraging
Americans to oust Donald Trump. Add Times
Square billboards! While unprecedented it now
makes sense. After all we live in times where
nothing is surprising! When will we wake up?
Truth or dare?
Where would you stand if you lived in
Alabama? Would you do the right thing
even if that meant losing the battle? Or
would you compromise all that you had
stood for to insure victory? Alabama's
state motto is - "Audemus jura nostra
defendere" which translates to "We Dare
Defend Our Rights." Will they be driven
by a need to prove that they are in control
whether we like it or not? Will right usurp
wrong? Will Alabama pass or fail this test
of moral judgement? Or throw yet another
log onto the funeral pyre of democracy?

Sunday, December 10, 2017

7th Day Surprise: Holiday Cheer


PICK ME UP?!

Theres a reason Rudolph's nose is red.

At this point in holiday prep we all need a break.
And even Santa occasionally must belly up to the bar.

So rather than deck the halls,
let's raise a glass to the holidays!

Eat, drink, and be merry!