Forget trying to enumerate
Even the young deserve to have their “in the final days”. Over the last couple of weeks, I’ve noticed a growing frequency of “Best of Decade” mentions. Odd, I thought. Is there something special about the calendar? And then it came to me: we’re into the nineth year of the Oh-Ohs.
I’m recovered from the Around The World In Twenty-four Stops that we used as a stay awake tool back in the Big Niner. You know, the 1999 version of an excuse to party like it’s. Since then, another group has come of age. They also need a reason to celebrate what must have seemed like a very long time (from the perspective of the extremely young).
With only a few weeks to go, I’m wracking my brain. What stood out in the first decade of the new century?
Some tall buildings fell down, taking with it the last signs of wisdom among our neighbours. We decided to let a party without vision rule in our capital. Fibre optic allowed almost all of my school district to enjoy broadband. At home we changed dogs (sadly) and made an investment in sod. Laptops finally outnumbered other form factors. I bought a guitar. And a weather station.
But, that hardly covers all the things that happened during the 3,650 (almost) days and nights.
You see, trying to pick the Best Of is a false construct. Life doesn’t fit into neat little containers, akin to ice cubes with ruled edges. Instead, we barely handle time in doses of 24 hours. Trying to pick the best moment out of a given day is difficult. Instead, let’s forget the recursion, and decide to keep on going.