We stand on the threshold of a new year.
And my wish for you is that 2020 will be a splendid year, indeed.
I have to say that 2019 was an awful year in some ways.
I have been–and continue to be–greatly alarmed to see our National nightmare unfolding.
And, yes, I most certainly hope to see a lot of that turmoil and tragedy be resolved in this year which is just around the corner as I write this.
For me personally, 2019 was a mixed bag, you might say.
The first half had some challenges and plenty of ups-and-downs.
The second half could be described as 99% bliss.
And I’m grateful.
I’m thinking that for many of you, 2019 may have been something like that. After all, life’s experiences are often a strange mixture of good stuff and the stuff you fervently hope you’ll never have to go through again.
So I wish for you a 2020 with more–way more–of the good stuff.
May it be so!
“Bulldog Ben” Basile
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This is a quick blog posting to say that I do hope this brand-new year of 2018 has gotten off to a good start for you! You just might feel–as I do–that 2017 was so awful that this year has just GOT to be better! If so, I think we’re both right!
I did not say a word about the new year on Monday when it was new new, but I ushered it in with some perfectly-cooked black eyed peas with onion, garlic, ham and Bulldog’s special seasonings! And some scratch cornbread which also could not have been better!
And, no, I did not have any champagne, but some ice-cold Coors in those awesome retro-looking bottles worked just fine.
So far the new year’s going alright. The best thing I’ve done so far is today’s trip to our Tosohatchee Wildlife Management Area. Had a fine time and got a few good pix; I’ll have a couple of them up here in a new post very soon.
Please accept my best wishes for a safe, fun and thoroughly-amazing 2018! And I hope you get to spend some of it doing some cool stuff outdoors!
It’s a given that the farther we are along life’s path, the more time appears to accelerate. I’m thinking that most of this is a matter of perception. But it still comes as a bit of a shock that we’re in the waning moments of 2017.
How did we get here so fast? How is it that each year hurtles by at warp speed? Where does the time go? Where has my life gone?
I know I’m not the lone ranger here; lots of folks who, like me, have survived for six decades or better get into this psychological space regularly. But still, my head is whirling around and it truly seems like something is terribly wrong in the universe.
I’m in this space again as we have gotten so close to the end of the year. Now that those year-in-review things have begun, and folks are checking to be sure that they’ve booked a New Years Eve event, I feel like I’m on some inner precipice, staring into the abyss of time and feeling like I’ll fall over the edge at any moment.
I suppose one strategy to deal with this is to live one’s life in such a way as to make the most of each fleeting moment. And to prioritize our lives so that we spend the most of those finite moments doing the things that matter most. I get it. Doing that each day does not come easily for me, but that is the goal; that’s my New Years resolution. Again!
Meanwhile, I’d be so grateful if the gods of time would please, please, oh please just slow the whole damn thing down just a wee bit. Please!