Or, stealing lyrics from Frank....... "When I was 72, it was a very good year."
The 151 is the number of blogs this year... Victor, it ain't the end of the year? I know, but, I don't ordinarily do things ordinarily.
I was gonna recap all the stupid lyrics I speeled, the 'meat' of some blogs, highlights, lowlights, but hells bells... pretty sure you were bored the first time, why suffer again?
Among the clutter, bucket lists I ain't completed, filed (a nice term for found laying around) amid the grocery lists I forgot to take to the Piggly.
I looked up all the emotions normal people experience, in a year's time, Googled it, AI that is, whadever ya wanna call research nowadays, and I learn: joy, happiness, sadness, fear, anger, surprise, disgust. Then, AI or Google or whadever, suggested we also have "Complex and varied emotions" like:
Love and affection, anxiety and stress, hope and optimism, loneliness, contentment and peace, boredom, pride, shame and guilt, jealousy/envy, awe and wonder, frustration, empathy and compassion. That stuff.
I'm finding, maybe you is too...... life is interesting. It ain't no sprint. Nope. It's not a lap around the track, huh uh. It's a a GD (calm down, that means GOSH DARN) steeplechase (you know, obstacles)... or, a barrel race, and, before ya run off, it too is, can be, a wonderful lazy river.
It ain't no controlled chamber where the temp, wind, etc, stays the same 24/7, 365.. unless that is, ya live in San Diego like Moffitt... hell they never vary ten degrees from 70. I hate 'em. Well, no, I don't. Scroll up there somewheres they talk about jealousy/envy.
We like differn't numbers... of course there's 2... young punks like 6 and 7, why, no idea... folks either love/worship 47, or, turn the channel as soon as they see 47. It is said One is the loneliest.. prolly true (Liz suggested I get a cat, good idea too).
There's people we don't like...... people we'd liketa like (ok damnit, you asked, [didn't you?] Sara Haines, Lara Spencer and the local morning news lady on ABC, weather lady tain't bad neither. And now, the people I don't like VICTOR! STOP! You?
Sadly, "How bout those Chiefs" is no longer a good way to break up a Political conversation. Ifn's ya get sideways with Aunt Ethel or Uncle Chariie at the Thanksgiving table, come see me at the golf course, I getta work. (Yes, I meant 'getta'.)
Most importantly, we're still alive, although be it in varying forms, degrees. Sadly, yes, loss has happened in many of our lives. Goes to show, enjoy every moment, of course we never know.
Don't stop, thinking about tomorrow. Don't stop believin'. Stop in the name of love, no, that one ain't right... Stop Stop Stop by the Hollies, or, Alto Alto Alto ifn's you're in Mehico, them basta's'll getya if ya dont. I can't stop loving you (them three or four up there, I know, I'm an idiot, but, did you just like realize that?)
Who'll stop the rain (quit complaining, we're damn near drought conditions, we need it),
Thus far, thankfully, life here ain't stopped. We might as well try to enjoy it eh?
Thank you, love you, stop by any time. (Hell to the no, not my apartment, I'd need a month's notice... I'd take a picture so you could understand.. just trust me.)
Someone AI me a girlfriend, I didn't have that "love and affection" they referred to. VICTOR? They always run off. Yeah, good point, nevermind.
Strangely, the first blog of the year was all about "Abby Normal." Weird how, the more things change the more they stay the same. Meet me at midnight, Mary, and don't let anyone know.
Seeya soon,
Love, Victurd
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