Wednesday, January 6, 2021

Retrospection and Introspection - January 6, 2020

Well, here we are, a new year, 2021.  How long will it take me to start writing the correct year down on stuff this year, do you suppose?

It's been quite a while since I wrote anything on here, in part because I had little to say, but mostly because I couldn't be bothered.  But then, inspiration struck!

Originally I was going to write an insightful, witty post about the Christmas season and the hopes and dreams that come with.  But I'd left the computer in the car.  Consequently, you didn't get to read about the live nativity, including a live camel, relocated from the burning plains of Arabia to the frigid wastes of wintertime Culpeper, marshaled by what appeared to me to be Darth Vader.

Someone told me he was a wise man, and I couldn't agree more, with his near-death realization that family is more important than the empire.  Wise man, indeed.

No doubt everyone reading this has heard this joke by now, but what kind of camel do you need for a nativity play?  A drama-dary!


Whatever, anyway, then I was going to write a bitter, sarcastic post about the Christmas aftermath, when people return to their normal preseason level of hatred and disgust for their fellow man.  But I'd left the computer in the car again.

Next it was going to be a year-end retrospective, half bitter-sweet and half saccharine, about the importance of friendship and camaraderie in soldiering through adversity and the downsides of empathy.  I'd brought the computer in by that point but the battery was dead and I couldn't find the charger.  So you were spared my sentimental drivel.

After that, it was going to be a forecast of what was to come in the new year, but by the time I found the charger, Washington Post had already done it, and in the heavy-hitting world of fishing blogging, publish or perish reigns supreme and I wasn't about to follow those jokers, so you missed that too.

So finally, here I am, writing on January 6th, 2021, finally churning out some nonsense for my adoring public (really just my father and mother, and whatever segment of the UK population is doing google searches for some term found on this website, visiting and experiencing disappointment).

Stepping back a few days, this past Saturday I saw a couple of bald eagles, one adult and one juvenile, in aerial combat out at Lake Pelham.  Saw some other eagles flying around, as eagles are wont to do.

It was a beautiful day, temps in the upper 50s, but the lake was turbid and high from recent rain, so there was no fishing to speak of.  Picked up a bunch of trash.  Have been out since then paddling, but with substantially colder temperatures.  Temps in the 30s are no joke, though.  Best not to fall in.

I know I'll eat these words come July, but it'd be nice if it was a little warmer.