Mountain Musings with Uncle Mott

Strange Rivers

Now that Christmas has finally come and gone, unlike Boxing Day… no it’s not a day set aside to honor Muhammad Ali… it’s a day to get rid of all of the leftover gift boxes from Christmas. In my case, it’s these unsightly boxes strewn throughout the opulent Motley Manor. I’ve been meaning to get rid of them, but I just haven’t had time to do so, what with all of these articles I have to write every week.
As I grow older, it seems like time is moving faster and faster, leaving less time to get stuff done in time, like this weekly musing that’s due in the morning. If time could move slower, I might have more time to complete important projects in a timely manner, more time to live out my life with the one that I love… Hmmm, reminds me of a song:
Time, flowing like a river, time, beckoning me. Who knows when we shall meet again, if ever, but time keeps flowing, like a river, to the sea. (“Time” – Alan Parsons Project – 1981)
With time rushing past me, I figure it’s moving closer to my ultimate demise… hey, slow down, I’m in no hurry to be demised…hmm, is there such a word, I’ll have to look it up in my Funk & Wagnall. Anyway, me and the Missus headed out to Laughlin to ring in the new year… that could be my demise if I don’t hit another jackpot.
Hey, have you made a New Year’s resolution? What is a New Year’s resolution, you ask? I’ll tell you what it is, it’s something that goes in one year and out the other, that’s what it is…tee, hee, hee. Do you actually stay awake to watch the ball drop in Times Square, and where is Dick Clark when all this is going on? Never mind, it was Anderson Cooper and Andy Cohen this year. We did happen to stay up for the big balloon drop at Aquarius Casino on New Year’s Eve, thousands of them.
How about that Rose Parade, wasn’t that something? Say, do you know what New Year’s parades have in common with Santa Claus? No one is ever awake to see them… Ha, ha, ha, snort, chordle. Hmm, is there such a word as chordle? That’s another one I’ll have to look up in my Funk & Wagnall.
Anyway, I sure hope this new year moves really slow, just like the River of Life.
Oh, there are strange rivers, rivers. That we cannot see. There are strange rivers who know our destiny. There are strange rivers who brought your love to me.
Have you ever turned the corner and wondered why you did? You haven’t been that way since you were a kid. Nothing really happens and then you have to say you wonder what would happen had you gone the other way. Oh, there are strange rivers, rivers that we cannot see. There are strange rivers who know our destiny. (“Strange Rivers” – John Stewart – 1987)
Keep it flyin’,
Uncle Mott