Six Weeks In

Well it's a good thing I don't make New Year's resolutions, at least not out loud or in any way that anyone else could hold me accountable for it. If I had, I'm sure that writing more in this blog would have been in there. And then...six weeks go by and it's now mid-February. Wow! Time flies when you're having fun?

Well, I did have fun. No, really. I managed to get myself on a four-night cruise in January out of Long Beach, a recreation of my infamous January 2020 trip which ended with the beginning of a pandemic. Coincidentally, of course. I swear I had nothing to do with that. But this time, threatening storms and choppy seas led to the cancellation of our stop in Catalina. Which was quite a bummer, as I was looking forward to that stop. And that meant that we just spent an extra day circling around on nth ocean, going nowhere. Well. It was a good time for cocktails, in any case.

And food. I ate a lot of food. 

And just this past weekend, I spent a day in San Francisco with one of my oldest friends. Not old in the raw numeric sense, per se (although she IS a month older than me...). But old in the sense that I first met her in...1987 or so. A long, long time ago. 35 years! And there's not really many people from those days I still connect with. Like, ever. And we hit Fort Point with its amazing views of the Golden Gate Bridge, and Ghirardelli Square for its Nob Hill Chills, and had dinner at the oldest Italian restaurant in the United States: Fior d'Italia.

But this was a trip that was 29 years in the making, actually. I went through some old letters from her from our college years and found one from 1994 in which she referenced looking forward to going to San Francisco someday with me. Who knew that "someday" meant 29 years? I hope that that's not a strict figure, as I don't know if I can wait another 29 years for a second trip. And we have to hit Land's End and Golden Gate Park next! And maybe Ocean Beach.

Well, that basically sums up the least six weeks. Right now,  I'm cuddled up in bed with Pawn Stars running in the background, the cat sleeping gently but lightly an arm's length away. And the boy is sprawled out in his bed down the hall, on the verge of snoring. I suppose the real question now is, will I keep writing here throughout the year? Or retire from this aspect of my life? Take an extended hiatus and compose a great American novel? Who knows, who knows.

All I know for sure, in this moment, is that it's Wednesday. Tomorrow is Thursday. Then Friday. That's how the week goes in the life of this average American guy: just day by day.

Anyways. Back to Pawn Stars.