This morning I listened to a Radio Lab podcast where the intro included the words "FUCK YOU 2020!"
I laughed, but mainly I sympathized.
In my continual (sometimes failing) attempt at finding that god damn fucking 'bright side'.... a lot A LOT of good things have happened this year. Maybe it's that bright side that's forced some of the most terrifyingly permanent life changes to take shape for us as daunting and nerve racking as they can be in somewhat of a 'oh yeah 2020? You want a piece of me?!? FUCK YOU TOO!'
Our 8 year old 'pup' Penny came into our lives a month ago, a house came into our lives 5 months ago and Cara and I legally tied that marital knot (be it in front of 8 people) 10 months ago.
Although I agree, 2020 can take a hike, penguins hugging can make me cry in an instant. I truly appreciate my mail man Eric, my amazing teams at work who somehow put up with my zoom hair, the nature out my back window and our newest love in the world our adorable fur baby Penny who is nothing but pure joy and happiness in dog form...well, one cuddle from her and I'm a puddle of love.
We will be celebrating Christmas this year by picking up local baked goods from our favorite Kingston bakery, grocery shopping, happy houring early at the house and cooking up a storm whilst getting shvastey and zooming with the fam. Likely singing loudly and dancing in the kitchen. Some kind of card game. A fire. Cuddles with the pup. I have special holiday sparkly attire planned and a 1950's dinner menu of wedge salad, deviled eggs, baked clams and mussels in wine sauce. I'll plug in the Christmas lights indoors and outdoors, bake some Christmas cookies, sip a Ronnybrook eggnog and yet likely still at one point or another likely fall into sleeve wetting, noes blowing, extremely loud sobs at how much 2020 can go fuck itself. As bright as one side can be made to look, my heart aches for that year we were supposed to have. But, we march on, we make the best of it, we stiff uppa lip and we take the the good with the bad as best we can.
