Welcome, Musers, to the final column of 2022. It’s the end of a year, the beginning of a new one and here are musings for a better world, a better day, a better moment.
Happy all. Happy stay in your pajamas and watch too much tv, happy not getting cards out or gifts wrapped, happy day.
What I do know is that this most incredible event – for both men and women, is the Academy Awards, the Haley’s Comet, the Winning Lottery Ticket – every four years.
When I was in first grade, I thought of running away. I packed my ice skates in a suitcase. I am much older now, but if I were to run away, I’d still only pack my ice skates.
During this holiday season, during this most festive of times, I muse joyfully on watching way too much TV, coming home from work and watching that ever festive, ever joyful, ever jubilant program: The Sopranos.
I’ll miss her. But I know I’ll feel her as I sit comfortably in an adirondack chair, and I know every sunset will have her image in the sky, over the waves, over the clouds.
And here we are, another midterm election over and I muse joyfully on the action taken by so many people around our beautiful country. We voted. We canvassed. We spoke our truth. We are recommitted to democracy.
One of my wants is that everyone vote. My want is that people vote for those running for office who inspire with integrity, with vibrance, with confidence.
If you’ve not seen political signs along the side of the roads, chances are, you’ve been stuck inside.
Sunday marked the end of the New Hampshire Film Festival and the two films that marked my finale included The Wet House and A Stage of Twilight.