What do you want to be when you grow up? It’s a common question posed to youth. The earliest answers are things like, “A puppy!” or “A bird!” or dinosaur. Children get a little older and switch to “A firefighter!” or a race car driver, or baseball player. Eventually, as they learn about prestige and money, they say “I want to be a doctor!” or a lawyer or whatever their parents are, or whatever they are encouraged toward. In loftier…
The final days of 2023. I am quarantined, because I was around a sick person at work a few days ago and they ended up testing positive for COVID. I’m not as afraid of getting COVID as I am about giving it, mostly to my ninety-four year old father. Although earlier this year I got it from him and my mother when they both had it and I at their house to take care of them. No hard feelings. It…
Resolutions. 2022. I’m feeling ambivalent about them. Resolutions 2021, I did okay. But that was a year ago. Then, I decided to reduce my carbon footprint by consuming less plastic and reducing the trees cut down on my behalf. I also resolved to start writing a blog, which I set it up in June, and now in these last few days of 2021 I’m about to publish my first post, I think. We’ll see. But back to plastic consumption –…