Of Donuts and Resolutions

Dear Members and Constituents,
Happy New Year! A magic time when everything seems possible. A time for fresh beginnings, new perspectives and… resolutions. Ah yes, resolutions, those promises you make while under the influence of the wild optimism permeating the air this time of year. Those self-same utopic promises whose very sanity you question when the euphoria wears-off a few weeks later. If giving-up donuts or running a marathon is your thing this year, more power to you. If, on the other hand you’re like me and have not made any resolutions yet, then let me plant a thought or two in your head. In-fact, here’s ten…

Draft Top Ten Proposed Generic New Year’s Resolutions (in no particular order)
10. Start a conversation with a co-worker you don’t usually have the chance to interact with
9. Eat lunch away from your desk at least one day per-week (preferably off-site)
8. Make one Saturday a month “tourist day” by visiting an attraction in town you’ve never been to (but many out-of-towners have)
7. Give a dollar to the guy holding that cardboard sign at the freeway exit without questioning his motives. He probably needs it
6. Take a weekday off from work in January –to do nothing
5. Volunteer for that special project, even if you don’t think you have the time. You won’t regret it
4. Set your alarm clock to wake-up an hour earlier than everyone else in your household. Wake them up to the smell of bacon and hot coffee (or some other scandalous-smelling treat)
3. Start a new hobby and pour your heart into it with a passion
2. Do that thing you’ve been dreading and get it out of the way already!
1. Smile. Early, often and more. Smile for no apparent reason. Just do it already

Apropos the last item on the list, that first Friday morning donut bite never fails to put a smile on my face. This first donut Friday of the new year, Nanette Zeile delights us with a veritable smorgasbord of delicious torus-shaped pastries. So adopt a new year’s resolution or two (or not) and come-on down. It’s donut time!

Happy Friday!

P.S. (and a Happy Birthday to my sister Vicki!)

Comments

Ashes to Ashes

Friends, I don’t know about you, but my household tends to use things a tad beyond their reasonably useful life. Cars, razors, pillows... heck, we squeezed the last BTU out of our home’s 25 year old thermostat —15 years is for rookies. This week we bid our fire pit farewell. Structurally unstable and rusted to the core, this contrivance was well on its way to returning to the soil. Memories of s’mores, cigars and shared spirits come rushing back, as does the six foot tall cardboard peach burned atop it, which caused the first stress fractures in the waning days of 2019. Good times! I suppose nothing lasts forever, but memories can add a sense of permanence to the fleeting. So go, grab a donut and make some new memories!! Happy Friday!

To an end to Covid Games

Friends, As 2021 comes to an end, it’s time to remember and be grateful for another year of life – there’s much for which to be grateful. Sure, some things could have gone better (they always can), but on balance things were good. At the González household, the cathartic process of capturing this year’s essence to burn at midnight is wrapping-up. This year’s theme, “Covid Games from home” uses Squid games (Netflix’s unlikely breakaway hit) as a way to mock the two main Covid variants of concern (Delta and Omicron) and commiserate about working from home with all the weirdness it carries along. Comfy slippers combined with dressing-up from the waist up for zoom meetings (not to mention the quarantine fifteen). As I hope for lots of snow and no wind (lest we need to call an audible on the midnight burn) my thoughts turn to my friends in Boulder county and hopes for a quick recovery. May 2022 bring an end to confinement and lots of opportunities to share donuts. Happy Friday!

BIrds of a Feather

Friends, The early bird catches the worm, however, as the sun rises I’d much rather have a Denver omelet than a diet of worms . Ready to fly the coop, my ducks all in a row, I ponder one more time whether a bird in hand is truly worth two in the bush. Egged-on by my quest to tuck away a nest egg, I’ve decided to change industries and hope that, like the phoenix, my career will also rise from the ashes of change. After all, I’m no spring chicken –my crow’s feet and gray bely my age – however, I have to trust my judgment and believe you can’t catch this old bird with chaff (whether or not folks think me an odd bird for my actions). And so I shall attempt to soar like an eagle, aware that counting my chickens before they hatch would be ill-advised. As I learn to talk turkey in the language of cybersecurity, I will endeavor not to hide my head in the sand, choosing instead to be like a duck – calm on the surface and paddle like hell underneath! And while my excessive use of bird-inspired

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