A River?

Connecticut River, Looking Towards Vermont, 29 Nov 15

In Einstein's equation, time is a river. It speeds up, meanders, and slows down. The new wrinkle is that it can have whirlpools and fork into two rivers. So, if the river of time can be bent into a pretzel, create whirlpools and fork into two rivers, then time travel cannot be ruled out. Michio Kaku (Source)

So the year 2016 is winding down. Many people died this year, many people were born this year. This happens every year and has since the moment God willed us into existence*. It will continue until it does not. I make no claims to know the how and the when of that. Only God knows.

My year started with a trip out to Sandy Eggo to witness the baptism of my youngest grandchild. It more or less ended with the annual pilgrimage to my Mom's for Christmas. Those were the highlights to start and finish my year. Lots of stuff happened in between, some good, some bad, but again, that happens every year.

I have yet to have what some folks call a "bad year." I suspect that if I were a farmer, or a rancher for that matter, that "bad year" thing would have a lot more meaning. Weather causing crops to fail, stock to die, those are bad things which can wreck a whole year. I've had bad days, bad weeks, even bad months, but that's all relative. Bad year? Not yet, knock on wood. (Said while rapping myself on the head.)

I live, I prosper, I love, I am loved. Everything else fades into the background noise if you can have those things.

Health is important as well. Mine has had its ups and downs this year, abdominal surgery is not fun, nor is any other kind. But hey, if it keeps you on your feet and moving forward, well it's something one must tolerate. I reckon.

I trust that 2017 will be much like other years. Good times, bad times, we'll all have our share.** All we can do is drive on - do our jobs to the best of our ability, help those who need it, and cherish our families and friends.

If time is a river, some of us are closer to the ocean than others, some are mired in the swamps, and some are out in main current, sun shining on their faces, the wind in their hair, and a smile on their lips.

Whatever happens will happen. All we can do is our best.

May 2017 find you happy, healthy, and loved.






* No need to leave argumentative comments regarding this sentence. It is what I believe to be the truth. Unless you can scientifically prove otherwise, sit down.
** Yes, I know what that's from.