Last night, while my husband and I were staying up nervously waiting for midnight, concerned that a neighbor might set off fireworks or worse, shoot a gun, either of which would make our dogs go ballistic, I said to my husband: “I can’t believe it’s going to be 2020 in a couple of hours, can you? It just doesn’t seem possible. 2020 doesn’t sound right to me. It sounds weird, don’t ya think?”
My beloved shrugged. “No, it doesn’t seem weird to me. It’s just another year.” Then he went back to scrolling on his Facebook newsfeed, liking all the clever and poignant New Year’s pictures, comments, and posts by his hundreds of biker and veteran friends.
Okay, so maybe I’m the weird one, and living in the year 2020 is perfectly ordinary. But … Seriously?! It still doesn’t seem right to me that years don’t begin with the number 19! 20/20 is the name of a television news show that I used to watch, back in the last century. 20/20 is what my eyesight used to be. 20/20 is what you’re supposed to have in hindsight, but only if you’ve got insight.
And anyway, aren’t we all supposed to be flying around with our own personal jets strapped on our backs, and pushing buttons to have a crew of robots wash the dishes, cook dinner, do the laundry, make the beds, scrub the toilets, and vacuum the floor? I mean, HELLO, it is…..
I have many fond memories of hanging out with four of my great-grandparents, and they were all born in the 1870s and 1880s. Hmm… I wonder if the 1900s seemed as weird to them, as the 2000s still seem to me?
Happy (Weird) New Year!
PS. There were no fireworks, no gunshots, no loud shouts of “HAPPY NEW YEAR” — there was nothing but silence in our little corner of New Mexico when midnight and 2020 arrived last night. Which was also weird. It was good. But weird. 😁
God bless and thank you for reading.
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