- Wow! It’s really here, isn’t it? Most of the time we would wish for a whole year of Fridays, but not this time. Surely an entire year can’t be unlucky, can it? We re-elected Obama in 2012. I’m not sure we can top that for bad luck. Let me know how that’s working out for you when you get your tax bills.
I am going to be positive about the year to come, however, which is pretty easy to do when you are only two days in and cooked your New Year’s pork roast on a Big Green Egg. Honesty compels me to admit that, due to publishing schedules, I composed this column before Tuesday’s Capital One Bowl game was played, so I am not sure how upbeat I need to sound. If Georgia lost, take everything I say about being positive with a grain of salt.
I haven’t felt up to making any bodacious resolutions the past couple of years, but I am feeling finer than a frog’s hair split four ways these days, so I am going to give it a whirl.
First and foremost, I am going to talk about cancer as little as possible in 2013. My lovely wife, Lisa, insists that everybody is tired of hearing about mine, so thanks for praying me through it, y’all, and let’s move on to the next subject. Lisa reminds me of what a feller in the Osprey Mill told me one time. “Don’t tell people your troubles, boy. Half of ’em don’t care and the other half are glad you got ’em.”
I’m going to write fewer emails and Facebook posts in 2013 and send out more cards and letters. I am so far behind in my correspondence that it will take me a couple of years to catch up — so if I owe you a letter, sit tight. It will come.
I’m going to do more visiting, too. I have a long, long list of people that I have promised to try to sit a spell with and a lot of folks have stories to tell that I need to hear. Same as it is with the letters. If I owe you a visit, sit tight. I’ll be there.
I might consider retiring this year. I tried last spring, but it didn’t work out. I think the young people of the county deserve to learn about history from a younger person with a new perspective, someone who hasn’t lived through so much of history and someone who has the energy to make it through the day without running out of gas.
I said I might consider it. I didn’t say it was a done deal. Besides, I have a bunch of older folks that seem to like listening to me, so maybe I’ll still have someone to teach. Debbie Golden just shuddered to read that and John Beyers might have cursed under his breath.
I have resolved this year to preach the Gospel of Jesus Christ and to give personal testament to God’s life-changing power to anyone who will listen to me. I also resolve to contact as many congregations as I can, fishing for invitations to do just that. Believe it or not, I have never really been much of a self-promoter.
I aim to finish writing the novel, “Red Clay Sunrise,” that I started in 1996, this year. I have promised my son, Jackson, and my agent, Roy Lee Wilkes, that it would be my next release for years now. This year I am going to, in the words of Larry the Cable Guy, “git ‘er done.”
Sports will continue to be a big part of my life in the new year. I have become hooked — again — on high school basketball and intend to follow my new favorite team through the state tournament — and catch as many local games as I can, too.
I am going to try to move heaven and earth to take my son, Jackson, to Saturday at The Masters this spring. If you can help with a badge or three I’d be much obliged. Which reminds me, I am going to resurrect more old phrases, like “much obliged,” in 2013. My language has become a little stilted, and I am afraid that I might become downright “Yankified” in my speech if I don’t watch out.
I might even try to see more than one Braves game this season — Wales, can you hear me now? — and maybe run the table when Georgia football gets here. I’ve only seen every Bulldogs game of a season, home and away, once in my entire life. That was 1980 and it seemed to work out nicely.
Most of all, I am going to try my best to bring you, our readers, columns that are entertaining and thought-provoking every single time I sit down at the keyboard. I am not going to try to please everyone with what I write. I learned a long time ago that the person who tries to please everyone isn’t worth reading.
And in 2013 I am going to do my best to realize that every day we are given is a special gift from God. I promise to do everything I can to live each one to the fullest, and to glorify the Giver of the gift of life.
Happy New Year.
Darrell Huckaby is a local educator and author. Email him at firstname.lastname@example.org. For past columns, visit www.rockdalecitizen.com or www.newtoncitizen.com.