Predictions

Most get the Farmer’s Almanac to figure out what the weather will be the next year, but what about the stock market? What about property rates? What about street repairs? What about car repairs? What about that funny smell coming from your refrigerator? What about that ache you get when you roll out of bed? What about that phone call saying you owe the government? What about that fella parked for hours across the street? What about your daughter coming home later than expected?

As much as we try we cannot predict the future. We can write to-do list but the store might be closed or out of the product or the car breaks down or you never wake up.

We can look backwards because that has already been done. The memories might become clouded with time or forgotten, but history is recorded.

Tomorrow, if you are lucky enough to meet it, presents a vast array of options that can’t be foreseen or predicted. One must accept the inevitable.

If it rains and you thought it would be sunny, grab an umbrella. If snow falls, enjoy the view and stay at home. Every day we just deal with it.

We can’t predict when we will win the lottery. We can’t predict when we will fall in love. We can’t predict when the doctor tells us a bad diagnosis. We can’t predict the other driver being distracted on the phone plows into your car.

We can predict getting older will mean moving slower and aches and pains that were not there before. We can predict that casserole that has been in the refrigerator since Christmas is starting to get fuzzy and needs to go. We can predict after having all the family over for a week, the house will need to detoxify.

We can predict if we eat a plate of black eye peas and stewed tomatoes for the New Year, people should give some space. We can predict that many toast of champagne will blur your vision and ability to speak legibly. We can predict throwing up will be remembered as a cherished story posted on social media.

Tomorrow turn the page of the calendar and try to remember to write 2020 on your checks.