See? It never gets old. ;)
I am not a big fan of New Year’s Eve. I’m just, in general, leery of things that are so hype-surrounded, plus there’s the added aspect of being reminded of how quickly time is passing and how much of it I’ve wasted playing Solitaire. (I swear I am not getting paid to type that–or any other!–word; I’ve just been seriously addicted to it lately.) And, frankly, is the fact that’s it’s January, in my humble opinion the least wonderful time of the year, cause for celebration? (Though I will rejoice at not having to see those cars-with-giant-bows ads for another eleven months.)
But, hey, I’m not a total New Year’s curmudgeon/Grinch/Scrooge: I do always enjoy saying, “See you next year!” even if I’ll see or talk to the person to whom I’m saying it in a few days.
Jason Bay is a good player, and is said to be a good guy. I’m glad we (yes, I’m one of those fans who refers to their team as “we”) signed him, not least because it will, at least temporarily, quiet the annoying ‘fans’ who accuse the Mets of being cheap, despite having one of the highest payrolls in the game. But, wow, that’s a big contract.
I write this as I lie
Waiting for the cable guy
“He’ll be there ‘tween 12 and 4.”
Yet no footsteps have neared my door
I’ve bided my time with many a glare
And countless games of Solitaire
I got a call at 4:05
He’s running late, they apologized
His arrival should be within the half hour
The rep’s seeming sincerity made my mood a bit less sour
The phone rings again; he’s here at last!
While writing this post, the minutes have passed
So here’s a suggestion: to pass the time
Let out your frustration in a rhyme!
I wish you a belated happy Hanukkah
I wish you a belated happy solstice
I wish you a belated happy Festivus
I wish you a merry Christmas
I wish you a happy Kwanzaa
I wish you a happy Boxing Day
And if I left anything out, tell me and I’ll remedy it next year
This is just to let you know
That on Monday, there will be no ode
To winter (as there was to fall before)
Because the cold I do abhor!
When I was a kid, I always thought that I would feel older or different on my birthday. I never did. But in the five days since I turned 3 thir twenty-nine plus one, I have felt a slight difference. I kind of feel like I have an extra shadow trailing behind me, reminding me that time is marching swiftly on. Sadly, this shadow has done nothing to curb my recent addiction to Solitaire.