As we close out this year, let’s remember the 341,000 Americans that died this year due to Covid-19. To the family’s friends and co-workers who did not get a chance to say goodbye. Goodbye to the divisive atmosphere we have endured. Goodbye to the false information, some have taken as fact.
Hello to the opportunity for all of us to turn the page and start anew. Caring for each other, especially those who are lonely, hungry, cold, and suffering. Love thy neighbor. Because the calendar year changes tomorrow, many of our challenges will still be there. How we handle them could make a huge difference. It’s up to you and me.
Many make New Year Resolutions. Health clubs love this time of year, but how long does it last? We have new leadership waiting to address the problems of 2020. I, for one, am hopeful they will live up to their campaign promises and focus on rebuilding the American culture and image to what we have known in the past.
“The beginning is the most important part of the work.” –Plato
In about 100 days, our country will have a general election. Between now and then, we will be force-fed political ads, news conferences, and generally contentious spin. Our mailboxes will be full of candidate flyers. I am already tired of it, and it’s just begun.
Thinking about these next 100 days, I wonder how we will treat each other when it is over? I genuinely believe we are all weary of the pandemic, the protests, and finger-pointing. Should the election turn out to be the opposite of the way I would like it, can I accept and support the majority? (Or Electoral College)
What can we do individually to prepare for whatever the outcome is? How will we act?
Ya think I would have learned by now that my three grown children don’t need me to remind them to unhook their hoses in the winter or change their furnace filters. But my natural instincts as a father scream for me to “mentor” their adulthood. Just trying to save them from some things I learned the hard way.
I must have too much time on my hands if I worry if #2 son has cleaned the lint filter on his dryer. Has the eldest changed the oil in his car? What about daddy’s little girl? Has she started saving for retirement?
I’m not talking about the times they will call and ask questions. On occasion, one will call and ask for my thoughts on this or that. Usually, it’s about raising children. Which is my cue to immediately pass it on to my wife, who has a better way of explaining parenting?
In addition to thinking up things they should be doing, my job is to be the curmudgeon, the dad joke guy, the cook at family gatherings. Slowly, I’m learning they don’t entirely agree with my assessment of who is running their life these days.
What do you call someone without a body and no nose? Nobody knows.”
Okay, I get it; they are adults and have families of their own. So, maybe I should only offer suggestions on their careers. Then I remember when I tried to do part-time work for my daughter’s business. Take it from me, it’s not a great idea to suggest changes in the way she manages her already successful enterprise.
Furthermore, do they even know we are living in a pandemic? Are they wearing masks and social distancing? I wonder if I should just send them a text reminding them to have a great day and take a clean face mask with you when you leave the house.
Well, perhaps I should just leave a voice message, “Hi, it’s summer and time to clean out the fan coils on the air conditioner. Love, Dad.”