Except, now it isn’t Tuesday anymore. It’s Sunday. And if you’re reading this in the future it might be neither one of those days, or maybe it is. The future is so unpredictable.
Though I’ve thought about it a good 150 times since the calendar turned the page, this is my first official post of 2019. And, I’m here to report there are still no flying cars, I never see anyone wearing a silver unitard, and worst of all, I don’t have a robot maid. So far, living in the future ain’t all it was cracked up to be in the cartoons and Victorian postcards.
Incidentally, I have many questions about this postcard depicting what life would be like in the year 2000. Firstly, why is everyone in a lake and why is there so much traffic? And how is that walking stick gonna help Mr. Top hat if he is in
The waterwheel penny farthing looks pretty cool though, you have to admit. What could possibly go wrong with that design?
Here on Long Island, 2018 threw deuces and 2019 swaggered in asking if it could get a “what-what,” with a 60-degree day. Given the circumstances, it only seemed right that I did, in fact, give it a what-what and welcomed the new year on two wheels. My hope is that it that it sets the tone for the months to come.
But, I haven’t been out for a ride since. It’s been too damned cold. My chill tolerance seems to have diminished, even with heated gear. Instead, I’ve been keeping myself busy with other stuff and junk and am feeling pretty good about it.
Maybe I should be more judicious about giving out those what-whats, all willy-nilly-like. My first lesson of the new year.
Happy New Year 🙂