I had to go
back and read
what it was
I wrote for the
end of 2019,
to see how I
should try
and wrap up the
year 2020.
https://aminutewithmichael.blogspot.com/2019/12/oh-god-another-new-year.html
The Pandemic
had yet to hit
and the
possibilities of 2020 seemed
mildly
amusing and at its
cheesiest
best.
Kids in school?
Ha!
2020 was the
year that was,
and wasn’t.
The year that
reminded us
of what it is like
to lose, and
lose badly.
It’s been a
while since a lot
of us have
had a quality
ass-whoopin’.
2020 was
there to shove
their
disgusting and diseased boot heel
into our
faces and say with smiling
contempt, “I
rubbed it in dog
shit too!”
Yes, 2020
came to kick humanity’s
collective
ass.
2020 was the
swirly no one expected,
yet should
have been easy to avoid.
We had ample
time to get out of the way,
yet our
incredulous disbelief in our own
fallibility
clouded our heads.
The tragedies
of the last 12 months
have been immense
and unwieldy,
like moving
an elephant with a shoehorn.
So I make no
predictions about 2021,
only that it
is the year after.
It will
arrive regardless of our disposition.
We will have
to make the best of it as well as
we can and
resist the urge to choke it out
before we
have to.
So, all in
all, the most I can
ask of 2021
is to be peaceful.
Calm,
relaxed, measured and
tempered.
I can dream
of bigger things,
but I think
it’s best to keep those
quiet for a
while and see how things
go. I’ll look before leaping into 2021.
Happy New
Year Dear Loyal Readers,
and thank you for all your support this year!
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