Silly Traditions

Friends,

New Year’s resolutions are silly. Why wait for an arbitrary date to start improving your life? Why not start eating better, exercising or reading, the day the realization crosses your mind? Then again, I suppose we all engage in silly behaviors. Take my New Year’s Eve traditions. A week building an effigy representing the year that passed. Hosting a party with music, food, drinking and dancing. Writing and reading the year’s “last will and testament.” Burning the effigy at midnight and jumping over the embers for good luck. Staying up until the wee hours of the new year. Such silliness. Who am I to judge? Go ahead, dive into your silly resolutions with gusto!

For my part, I will focus on the good things I already have. A loving wife. Four awesome children. An indescribably cute granddaughter. Parents, sisters, cousins, nephews, nieces, uncles and aunts. Friends. A job I enjoy. Health. Shelter. Food. A positive attitude. I am grateful beyond words and I don’t express it enough. Hey! Maybe that could be my resolution. Being mindful to let each of you know how much you mean to me. Silly me!

Happy new year!

P.S. I’ve included some photos of the silly effigy for your amusement.

Left Brain: gears, creativity.

Right brain: circuit boards, logic.

Denver Nuggets, 2023 NBA champs!

The family (sans eldest son, daughter in law and granddaughter who were traveling).

A little accelerant will do wonders to burn away the old year.

So long 2023. The year of AI and the Denver Nuggets championship.

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