Year-End Nostalgia

I am one of those people that dislikes the holidays (although, this is in fact changing as new traditions are born.) But I absolutely love this time of year. I think everyone gets that sense of nostalgia, the realization that another year has gone by, another year is coming and that too will go by. It’s surely a time to reflect on the good and the bad, a time to maybe forgive yourself for your failings. There’s always the possibility of next year.

I’m on the bus headed from my previous home in Ithaca to my new home in Brooklyn. And it is stunning outside. I wonder if anyone else on the bus can see it, if they can see past the houses with peeling paint, the broken down cars and all the other decrepit artifacts of small town, once-was Americana. The sun is glowing off rolling hills, all perfectly lined and criss-crossed from the fall’s harvest, green pines standout among the thin tree trunks whose leaves have all fallen. Everything glows orange and we are all part of a warm embrace.

It is beautiful and I want to hold on to it like it is the last time I will ever see it.

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Year-End Nostalgia

It Ain’t Like It Used to Be

When in Ithaca, I went to visit my grandpa. And I’m not sure what made him say it, but he mentioned that back in the day he had run for Highway Superintendent. And I was like no way, how come I never knew this? And he chuckled and said, well, I lost!

He explained that he had run as an Independent against a Democrat and Republican, and his running had somewhat impacted the outcome. I guess the Democrat was favored (?) but the Republican won. And between the three of them, the difference was just a matter of 15 votes or so.

I asked him how he felt about the competition. And without missing a beat, he said, I liked them both!

And that is the difference between politics then and now. I love my grandpa. 🙂

UPDATE: Was at my Uncle’s last weekend, and told him this story. He then proceeded to pull out my grandpa’s campaign ‘poster.’ LOL Pays taxes? My grandpa’s the best.

It Ain’t Like It Used to Be

Daily Delight #65

Some things are bitter sweet. Several people have died in the past few months, and it’s sad. I guess we’re at that age, where that starts happening.

I am incredibly grateful for the time I’ve gotten to spend in Ithaca over the past few months. I’ve gotten to spend a lot of time with my recently-widowed Grandpa. I really love my grandpa. I have a hard time pin-pointing what it is exactly, but I really think he’s the greatest. Every time I go away, I worry that he might not be here when I return. (My grandma died the morning after I arrived in Portland.) I know everyone has their time, and he is fairly old, but I want to be selfish and have him live for a long long time more. Tonight, because we were being nostalgic, he told me that people die in spurts, usually three at a time. Well, I’ve known three people who have gone down in the past few months, so I told him he’ll be okay, at least til next year, wink wink. And I very much hope I’m right.

Daily Delight #65