Since Monday, weather in Texas has been really weird. It got really, really cold and snowy and wet and frozen. Then, it got worse. The electricity went out over most of the State. Not because of frozen windmills and the Green New Deal–which isn’t even really a thing, but because the State energy manager failed Management in a Crisis 101. Blame the State leaders who decided that our power management company should be separate and unregulated–which really means make money for the board, politicians and management and fuck the citizens.
In San Antonio where I live the power went off and on and off and on ad infinitum for several days. Then the water system, who must have felt left out, began losing pressure because of all the burst pipes and stopped or barely trickled. Now we’re boiling our drinking water–this is pretty much state-wide as well.
All this in the middle of a pandemic.
Oh, and did I mention the previous assault on the Capitol? Insurrectionists, anyone?
In my 73 years, I lived through a lot, but 2021 so far has taken the prize for weird shit happening.
On a good note, Rush Limbaugh died.
Also, plumbers and other tradespersons will make tons of money. Which, you know, is a good thing.
More weird shit: February 18. It’s actually snowing again!! Three inches and counting. We’ll be closed up for another two days.
Christmas Eve, my husband and I drove from San Antonio, north to Mineral Wells to spend the holiday at the Double J Hacienda and Art Ranch. As we progressed on our journey, what started out as light rain, became sleet which quickly turned into snow. George Curtis is credited with saying “The new year begins in a snow-storm of white vows. ” So later, warm and cozy at the Double J, I stared out at the silent, sparkling winter wonderland and contemplated my 2010 new year’s resolutions.
A tradition which began about 4,000 years ago, marking the new year seems intrinsic to our human nature. It is the time of year we appreciate and celebrate the cycle of renewal and rebirth. This practice probably made more sense when the new year began at Vernal Equinox or the first day of spring. Even so, about 400 years ago, when January became the first month of the year in the Western world, we continued the old tradition–just at a different time. It is an opportunity to reflect on the previous year, to start afresh, begin anew, and make those new year’s resolutions.
In my life, resolutions most often included eating or cussing less, going to church and exercising more, improving relations with family, and so on. This year, I want to stay calm in the face of uncertainty, stay strong for my friend with cancer, and stop being too judgmental. Oh, and to stop watching those insipid 24-hour TV news shows that just make me angry.
As you contemplate your own New Year’s resolutions, think about how you can: spend more time with your family or friends; broaden your horizons with a book club or class; walk 30 minutes a day; bring joy into your life; bring joy to others. Let me know.