Letters to Whoever You Are

Hello WYA!

That’s what I’m calling whoever you are. Lucky WYA, you now get to listen to my stream of consciousness for however long the earth and I last because suddenly I am MOTIVATED baby! This is not an April Fools joke. At least I don’t think it is. I get stuck in the non-writing zone for the most bizarre made-up reasons, the latest one having to do with possible nuclear war. When that happened I thought really, what’s the point, and then I thought I should maybe write one last blog post before we are all obliterated, and then again wondered, really, what is the bloody point?

Every time the world goes a little bit more crazy than normal we all freak out and carry on like this time it will be the end of everything, and yet, here we are, repeating the same asinine mistakes over and over again like we’ve learned nothing.

I was born after WW2 ended, and just before the Korean War began. I have lived through the Castro-Cuba Missile Crisis, the building of the Berlin Wall, some moon landings and the war in Vietnam. Then there’s the Gulf War, the Aids epidemic, Afghanistan, Al Qaeda, a couple of stock market crashes, hurricanes, wildfires, floods, climate change and Covid. And now the invasion of Ukraine. Rampant racism all over the world through it all. What the hell is wrong with people.

My mom used to say that greed was the absolute worst sin there is and one day it would kill us all. Dad liked to remind us the pursuit of money is the root of all evil, not money itself. Have I taught my children those things? Gawd, I better get right on that. My life philosophy is that the good guys always play by the rules and the bad guys absolutely do not, so things can get pretty unbalanced if we’re not paying attention. Anyway, I’ve seen a lot of shit. Maybe it wasn’t so close to home that it affected me personally, but it does make me feel like I’ve survived a ton of craziness.

But hey! Enough of this crap, right? It’s April! The sun is shining today, our snow is disappearing, my house is warm, I have groceries in the kitchen. I’ve been a decent parent (there sure as hell aren’t any perfect ones) and I’m proud of all my grandchildren. I love my family, near and far. Life is pretty damned okay all things considered.

Now that I’ve got some doom and gloom musings out of my system I promise my next letter will be so up beat you will think it is written by a different person. Seriously, less seriousness and more silliness and answers to questions you never asked.

Until next time, all the best WYA, with love from me to you.