On Overload

 Everybody else is doing it.  Why shouldn't I? Everybody is making lists, what's been good, what's been hot, what we can live with, what we can live without.

The year, the decade is about to end, and even the most cock-eyed optimist cannot feel happy. 2009 was too much,  just has every year been since 2000.  We are weighted down with the woes of living: from hungry families, to city budgets, to states in poverty, to a country in fear and at war, to a world in terror and even terrorists at odds with each other.  CNN showed a map of the other side of the world, where Yemen blurs into Somalia, where Somali bleeds into Iran, and then Iraq , and then Israel, and.....

So I find myself going out with a whimper, when I personally have every reason to go out with a bang. The world is too much with me. I am a part of all that I have met, or read, or seen.

Thus, my list added to too many lists

Too much sorrow.

Too many lost loved ones

Too much Facebook

Too much fear

Too much weather

     snowstorms across the country

     too many shovelings of my driveway

     cold, cold in Florida

Too much pontificating, too many pontificants

Too many frustrations

       it took me half an hour and delayed e-mails until I was able to get to my own blogger dashboard.

But wait 'til next year.  If the Bucks beat the Ducks, that will be our omen that things might resolve themselves. There are not enough good people to do it, but we can hold onto hope.

 And, in the meantime, I am going to eat a second piece of candy, or maybe a third. And wait for TBDBL to come marching down Colorado Boulevard, and the really best band in the land, The Ohio State School for the Blind, marching proudly close behind.

Happy New Year, all.