When good is seen as bad
Pardon my complacency! The good run has lasted for years, decades even. Not Camelot, but without major bumps on my road. That may change in the new year.
They’re getting a new leader down south; you might have heard. Suddenly, all the things that I believed were good are considered as “bad”. Peace, or at least restraint in the nuclear circles – no longer accepted. International commerce, with wins on both sides of the border – must be altered. Stable interest rates – forget it!
Like everything, we may be hearing a Cassandra chorus, but so much, all at once. Did someone forget to take his meds, as they say on TV? I might not suffer immediate backlash, but I somehow doubt that I’m going to look back on ’17 as “the best year, ever”. Best to get content with my due, and try to find new ways to enjoy my life.
At least I’m not likely to get called up for active service in a war zone (my age, finally, serves me). My children… less clear. Best prepare for unexpected house guests.
But enough doom and gloom. We’re heading into winter, and that could mean some wonderful days, in sunshine, on snow shoes. If the roads are bad, I can just put things off for a day or two. No more stress over what time I have to be at work, for example. The dog is ready to bark at any sign of danger; I won’t have to. Still have some books I haven’t yet, read. And there’s more ice cream around here someplace.
