Oh, the weather outside is frightful. Even though winter has just officially begun, I fear that we’re in for a doozy, which my dictionary defines as “extraordinary” and “one of a kind.” As many of you know, I love getting out regardless of the season.
In My Humble Opinion
I know it’s a little early to start reciting “The Night Before Christmas,” but it’s been difficult not to for the last week or so because (unlike the charming poem), there has indeed, been a creature stirring in my house.
I’m fascinated by commercials featuring celebrities lending their names to a wide variety of products and services, understanding that advertisers are under the impression that those endorsements will influence the public.
Fun fact: When I was 21, I fell madly in love and set up housekeeping with someone who celebrated Christmas—something I had never done up to that point in my life.
So here’s the thing about writing a “personal” column—it’s personal. On one hand, that makes my job easier, since I am recounting my own experience here in the Upper Delaware River region and therefore given a lot of leeway by those in charge at The River Reporter.
Having expectations is natural, I suppose, but sometimes lead to heartache. As with most things, there are “two sides to every coin,” and while expectations are a good thing when setting goals, it’s “attachment” to the plan that is often my downfall. It’s taken many years for me to grasp this concept, and I’m still learning.
“It’s pretty simple that first impressions of people are really a big mistake,” actor/producer Vincent D’Onofrio once said (www.brainyquote.com). I simultaneously agree and disagree with D’Onofrio’s assessment, but first impressions (right or wrong) played a big part in my week.
I wouldn’t call myself lazy, per se, but I’m fond of accomplishing goals while putting in as little effort as possible.
Halloween used to be my favorite holiday, but over the past few years, the spooktacular frivolity has gotten old, just like me. Perhaps my case of arrested development has worn off and adulthood is finally setting in, or maybe I’m just too jaded to care.
Nostalgia reigned supreme last week as I wended my way throughout the Upper Delaware River region in search of spots to photograph the ever-changing array of color that has enveloped the Catskills over the last 10 days.