Or maybe not.

 During this time of the year a lot of people talk about or write about their resolutions. Anyone who knows me knows that every year I make the same resolution, I’m going to watch my weight. This year I gave a lot of thought to my resolution and what propensities of mine I really wanted to work on changing. I came up with two.  

Had some friends over yesterday. The “gathering” centered around the need to review and update some membership records in my home Knights of Pythias Lodge. Since Bob needed to come in from New Jersey, the original plan was he’d come with his wife who’d join my wife for some shopping. The plans grew to include two other couples. Dinner was to follow. Interestingly, the girls just chose to socialize; their call.

Fred's blog a week ago inspired quite a bit of comments. Some of them were very passionate about their beliefs on current events. This caused me to think about truth and what it really means. I've learned that there can be two types of truth...empircal and convenient.  

At my stage in life my aim is to maintain my quality of life, ie, keep on keeping on.  So it seems, for me, there can only be one New Year’s resolution... How about you?

I first saw it as a fraud alert. The second reference was a professional suggestion forwarded to me. In case you haven’t seen it, I thought I’d share...

Nicknames. One word descriptors. A catchy phrase that sums up a person. A personal tag line. A tag line you give someone else. Interesting introspection. We were sitting at Sea Salt restaurant “people watching” late last week in Naples when a person in our party began to describe various locals. “Drummer Charlie”, “Bob the complainer“, “Reese Pieces”, “chatty Joy”, Bob the sucker”, the list goes on.

  Here I go again. This is my first blog of the new year and I have a tradition. I blog about resolutions. I’ve always had this theory that saying it out loud would hold me accountable – as if each and every one of you counted as my own personal mirror. (And yes, I know that “resolutioning” is not a word – but this time of year, it has always seemed to me to be more of a verb).