It has been years since I made a real New Year’s resolution. The only ones I seem to be able to keep are ones like “I will eat more cookies” or “drink more beer.” Neither of which are in the spirit of what the resolutions are about. However those are ones that are within the realm of my abilities to meet. Not one such as lose all of the weight that I gained due to baking 15 dozen cookies over the holidays.
I am taking the leap this year and the difficulty level is 1. I want to read all of the books I have received as presents over the past few years. They are piling up and it’s not that they are not interesting, it’s just that others then get piled on top and I never seem to get to the bottom.
I was twice embarrassed over the recent holidays by friends and family asking what I thought of a book someone had given me. In both cases I had not yet gotten around to reading them. To add insult to injury in both cases I was discussing some book that I had read. I know that this is just a prioritization of my reading list, which is if I had an actual list. In my defense I do not ignore all of the books, and have read a number of them, just apparently the ones that no one ever asks about again.
I just took an inventory of the books that fall into this category that are on the end table next to my sofa. I did not have the courage to look at the table in the bedroom or the bookshelves down stairs. Isaac’s Storm: A Man, a Time, and the Deadliest Hurricane in History by Erik Larson, Willie Mays: The Life, The Legend by James Hirsch, Lone Survivor: The Eyewitness Account of Operation Redwing and the Lost Heroes of SEAL Team 10 by Marcus Luttrell and Patrick Robinson, Castles of Steel: Britain, Germany, and the Winning of the Great War at Sea by Robert K Massie, QB: My Life Behind the Spiral by Steve Young, An Unexpected Light: Travels in Afghanistan by Jason Elliot, Command and Control: Nuclear Weapons, The Damascus Accident and the Illusion of Safety by Eric Schlosser, Slow Getting Up by Nate Jackson and Tune In: The Beatles: All These Years by Mark Lewisohn
Speaking of New Years, I think all of the years I spent watching old Hollywood movies that had holiday parties has skewed my vision of what a New Years Eve party should be like. People dressed to the nines, funny hats, and lots of champagne, hilarity and hijinks. Instead they look like a church potluck, simply with more booze. It’s interesting how movies shape your vision of the world. When I was young I was surprised to find out that my father, who basically only wore suits and ties, and I have never seen him in a tee shirt to this day, did not have a top hat and tails like Fred Astaire. I thought everybody went to glittering balls and danced the night away. Reality can be so disappointing
Odd note of the week: Did you know that the word supercalifragilisticexpialidocious means a fanciful formation and the word’s first documented use was in 1949?