No Year’s Resolutions
Having made countless New Year’s Resolutions over the years, and having a dismal record of ever keeping one past about the 4th day of January, I am changing things up for 2021. This year no fruitless resolutions. This year I am going to focus on not making the same mistakes I made in 2020.
No more peanut tequila! Seriously peanut tequila…a good friend says “you have to try it”. Okay, I’ll try it. Where do you get it? You order it from this guy. Ordered the stuff which arrived a few days later. Picked it up, took it home, opened it with great anticipation, poured two shooters. I am not sure what I expected. What I got was tequila mixed with crunched up peanuts. The peanut remnants stuck like gravel in the bottom of the shot glass. Dreadful stuff! My wife and I washed out the shot glasses and retired them for the day. Now that the bottle has been opened you have to refrigerate it. A few days later whilst filling a bowl with chocolate ice cream, I got the brilliant idea to pour some of the refrigerated peanut tequila over the ice cream. Colossal error in judgment. If anyone knows of an alcoholic squirrel, let me know.
Not going to drive like a Canadian, eh. No more being nice enough to wave someone by so they get a traffic break. You may have done that. You have just created a new traffic flow pattern. Nine minutes later you are sitting in the same spot while 27 other cars have taken advantage of your nice guy lapse.
Four way flashers should not to be considered a warning of some potentially hazardous situation. They mean I am trying to figure out which way I am going to turn. With the 4-ways, I can do an immediate left or right turn. Comforting isn’t it?
First in line in the lateral for one of those left hand turns that toy with your blood pressure. While waiting for the green arrow, three other cars have now cut in front of you. The intersection is now fully blocked. There is the green arrow. Now you notice of the three cars, two had drivers talking on cell phones. One of them just popped his clutch and stalled. About then the green arrow starts to flash, and then turn red. Yay! First in line again…
On a more serious note I hope to never again fracture a hip. I managed to do that in 2020. Six weeks of no walking. None. Bed, or wheelchair, or couch. Living in a 3 storey house, I am confined to the main floor. For 35 days I was not out of the house. I am now graduating to crutches with some weight bearing. Freedom.
This is not really all about me. What it is about is that I have experienced a close view of handicap that presents challenges. The restriction on physical activity, indeed basic mobility, is something many people live with. Added to this is a mental burden. So many things you can’t do is depressing. With the help of my wife who ought to get a gold metal for getting me through this, and the warm wishes of many friends, I have managed to remain positive and upbeat. Sure I don’t want to have a repeat of this 2020 event, I have a new respect for those less fortunate than many of us.
Bucerias Life in the Slow Lane sends their best New Year’s wishes to each of you!
