Holiday exhaustion or bluesy boredom blahs? Don’t know. Anyway, we are home after spending a few days in Tennessee over the Christmas break. Butt sore from sitting, otherwise nothing much accomplished. Of course, there was an abundance of sweets to sample, if that can be considered an accomplishment. The obligatory gobbler was actually one of the best I’ve ever eaten. No, I don’t mean the whole bird. Several spiral ham helpings challenged my BP meds.
The trip was good. Relaxing. Uneventful in a positive sense. So, why so blah? I’m just not made for holidays. It’s something just outside of my gravitational pull. Out there somewhere joy is orbiting. Occasionally a piece of it breaks off. Falling through the heavens with ole Jay in its sights. It strikes and for just a moment, I am at peace. Short but sweet! Ah, if it could only stay longer. Transitory to say the least. At times just barely ramping up the coolness in my soul to lukewarm before evaporating and leaving a season of melancholy behind.
Should I be complaining? Probably not. Phil Gramm really hit the nail on the head. "We’ve become a nation of whiners." He wasn’t the first to say it. Seems to me the Lord God even said it about my distant kin. "Sorry rascals! I brought you out of the land of bondage and here you go pissing and moaning already. Give me a break, the journey has just begun." Jay’s paraphrased version of course but you get the drift.
Why can’t the seasons of joy last longer? I’m not even talking about Christmas. When I found out there was no Santa or Kwanzaaclaus or whatever that about did it for me. None of the holidays measure up. Birthdays, anniversaries, assorted Hallmark days, nope. Zero zip nata. Nothing can really auto spark that illusive moment of simple joy. It’s hard to grasp. Something as simple as a puppy’s lick on the cheek can ignite it. Even if I know, it is just the honey-baked grease she is after.
Oh, by the by, HAPPY NEW YEAR!
Blogged in the blahs,