As difficult as the holidays are for some, the period following the New Year's festivities can bring its own challenges. Some of us may have overindulged and face an ugly moment of truth when we have to squeeze into real clothes for the return to our workplaces. Others are crestfallen due to the poor performance of their favorite football team this season, questioning their loyalty to a bunch of losers. But Christmas trees have it the absolute worst. Stripped naked and kicked to the curb, their moment of glory past, these holiday castoffs line the streets, alone with their memories and a stray strand or two of tinsel. Be happy that is not your fate.
A bit late getting thawed out and onto blogger today -- if you're somewhere where the temps are above freezing, I don't want to hear it. It might get up into the double digits here before sundown . . . .
That video may not be to everyone's liking, but it reminds me a bit of good ol' Emerson, Lake, and Palmer doing their thing to the classics. If you need to wash your ears out with a more traditional version, I direct you here:
Oops, my bad. But since I missed doing any postings for Octubafest this past year, I couldn't resist. Fun fact: tuba player Øystein Baadsvik hails from Trondheim, Norway, the town where my father & uncles grew up.
I'll leave you with what I believe is a more authentic version. Oh, and fun fact #2 -- Vivaldi was a redhead! You just can't tell because all the cool kids wore powdered wigs back in the day.
Anybody needing some hair of the dog this New Year's morn? Alas, it's been many a year since this wench let her hair down on New Year's Eve, but I can sympathize with anyone who celebrated too hard last night. Just fix yourself a Bloody Mary, and pull yourself together before the game starts.
I make it a practice not to do the resolution thing each year, but I do have some plans planned. Finding a new job is #1 on that list, but it may be the least easy to accomplish. I have a couple friends my age who've been out of work for over a year, no fault of their own, but their unemployed status brings to light the difficulties those of us who are more "experienced" can have when competing with fresh-faced applicants from Gen-WTF. I'm hoping that for me it will only be a matter of months, not years, before I can move on, but at least for now I don't need to worry about setting foot in the office until Monday. Still, I'm not looking forward to it -- but that may be fodder for another blog post.
Meanwhile, I need to get dressed and get more coffee . . . slowly but surely, it's a New Year.