The TV was on and although I wasn’t watching I heard somebody say January 21 is National Squirrel Day. What? Did I hear right? I looked up, but whatever the context was, it was gone. National Squirrel Day? Surely not. They’re rodents, basically rats with a bushy tail. Google-time! Lo and behold, it’s true; although, actually, it’s not just National Squirrel Day, it’s National Squirrel Appreciation Day. You can buy calendars and other squirrel memorabilia to show your appreciation. I suppose I’d admit the little critters impress me with their ability to run up and down tree trunks and jump from limb to limb and scurry along twigs that I can’t imagine would support their weight, slight as it may be. But I don’t much appreciate hearing them scurrying around on the roof of the house, leaving me wondering if they’ve found a way into the attic. And don’t get me started about how they scamper into the street and stop right in front of my car and then they start one way and suddenly reverse and stop again and then, well, it’s just amazing I haven’t killed a few. Yeah, okay, sometimes they’re kind of fun to watch, the way they’re at home in a tree the way otters are at home in a river; or the way cockroaches are at home under the kitchen sink. But, Squirrel Appreciation Day? Seriously?
While authoring a family email it came to my attention I hadn’t posted anything here for over a year. The post a year ago wasn’t much, either. It and the few preceding it were just status reports about the website re-design project whose goal was to provide a “mobile friendly” experience for the few, the very few, visitors to the family website. It was a project of virtually no value to the internet at large, and very little more than that to any other audience. It really came down to a matter of satisfying myself, which I would have to admit has been pretty much the only motivation for it since shortly after it made its appearance around two decades ago. The Whois service reports it was created on November 5, 2004, but that’s just the date I registered our domain. As I recall, the website was up by the late ’90’s, with the URL being a subdirectory of whatever ISP I had at the time. I could be wrong. Time starts getting fuzzy for me starting around 1994, a year that hosted multiple seminal events in my life.
It turns out this blog kind of makes up for failing to keep a diary. Many, possibly most, of my postings to it don’t yield particularly useful or valuable information to anybody other than me, though I must have thought at the time they would interest others. Now that I find myself overcoming the crest of the last slope on the roller coaster of life, accelerating at a stage when I wish to hell there was a brake, I seem to find some comfort glancing randomly at entries herein, seeing things I thought worthwhile to record, and recalling additional associated memories. One could assert that a record such as this was done for posterity, but it’s presumptuous to believe posterity would find the tale engaging or useful. So, I’ll admit it’s for my benefit, revisiting earlier times and finding in them some events, even accomplishments, that raise a smile.
For those motivated to look there are footprints to be found evidencing my tenure in the world. There are a few recorded judicial decisions to my credit, a few people whose lives I was instrumental in making better, a few wrongs I was key in turning right, some justice I was able to call forth, and so on. Of course, there are a couple of fine offspring that totally make the case for having done something worthwhile during my time on the planet. I may have contributed more carbon monoxide to the atmosphere than was absolutely necessary, enjoying the internal combustion engine as I did, but I won’t apologize. After all, I generally kept it to four cylinders. But, with the end of the ride now in sight without the aid of much imagination, I’m glad to be able to click through the missives found here and re-visit little details that are also part of the fabric I wove along the way.