(Today’s entry is Peter’s annual contribution. )
When Judy invited me to write an entry for her blog, I wondered what I would write about. Then, on the first of January, I got an idea. I would try to explain why I thought 2019 would be a happy new year for me, even though I had a liar for President and Parkinson’s for a disease.
Two reasons. The first is that it could have been worse.
Lying Presidents are nothing new. Although I never saw him on television, I’ve read about Jefferson, who expected us to believe him when he wrote that he found it self-evident that all men were created equal, just because he only had a handful of them as his slaves.
And I don’t know exactly how old my grandparents were when they died, but I know they didn’t live long enough to get Parkinson’s. Like me, they couldn’t drive. But I can’t drive because my doctors think it would be a bad idea and they couldn’t drive because they didn’t know how.
If you know the regular author of this blog, you know the second reason why I think I’ll be happy in 2019.