I got a dream, you got a dream, all God’s children got a dream

Today, January 19th, the United States is (British, are) observing a federal holiday in honor of Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.'s birthday even though his actual birthday occurred last Thursday. Dr. King was born on January 15, 1929, in Atlanta, Georgia, and was assassinated by James Earl Ray in April 1968 in Memphis, Tennessee. In recognition of Dr. King's dream, all banks, schools, and government offices are closed and mail delivery is suspended, but commercial establishmenrs are open for business as usual. Go figure.

January 19th also happens to be the 80th birthday of Dolly Parton and the 217th birthday, if anyone cares, of the leader of the Confederate forces against the Union during the U.S. Civil War (1861-1865), General Robert E. Lee. Dolly was born in 1946 (as was Donald J. Trump) and Robert E. Lee was born in 1809 (as were Abraham Lincoln and Alfred, Lord Tennyson).

But enough already with the brain dump. Instead, let's all go out there and work on the content of our character as we interact daily with others. No one is guaranteed another breath. I recall that two of my work colleagues were taken in an instant. Bill Montague died in a horrific automobile collision on I-24 in Tennessee. Kenn Pollari was walking across a street in Phoenix, Arizona, when a speeding car struck and killed him. Both gentlemen had expected to sit down to dinner with family and friends later in the day.

Emma in Iowa may tell me I'm wandering again. Maybe the very thing the world needs right now is fewer protesters and more wanderers.

Then again, maybe not.

Maybe I shall turn into The Putz (David Barlow of Tooele, Utah) before your very eyes. If you came along too late to experience his unique, almost indecipherable blogposts, you don't know what you missed.

All of us have dreams of one sort or another. Some live to see them come true. Some never do.

This is my fourth post of 2026 and my 2,320th since this blog began on September 28, 2007.

Better late than never

One day in the spring of last year, when Mrs. RWP's 90th birthday was about three months away, I remembered that when her father turned 80 back in 1975 his son had arranged for the then-President of the United States, Gerald R. Ford, to send written birthday greetings. We didn't bother to do something similar on Mrs. RWP's 80th birthday because she is a staunch Republican and the occupant of the White House at the time was a Democrat. But now that a Republican occupies the office I did a little investigating and learned that the practice of sending presidential greetings to older Americans at significant milestones in their lives is still being observed.

So I jumped through a few hoops took the necessary steps to learn how the process worked. I contacted our Congressional Representative's office with the information needed for similar greetings to be sent to Mrs. RWP (the lovely Ellie) from our current president, Donald J. Trump. The only caveat in the process was a warning to be sure to send the information at least a month to six weeks in advance of the event. Since Mrs. RWP (the lovely Ellie) would be observing her birthday towards the end of July, I provided the information in May. I told no one so that everyone would be surprised.

Mrs. RWP's birthday ultimately arrived, and during the day's festivities the whole family gathered for pictures in our back yard (British, garden):

...but no letter ever arrived. I thought perhaps it might show up in a day or two. I waited. And waited. And waited some more.

It didn't. No letter ever came. I was very disappointed but didn't share my disappointment with anyone. After 2025 turned into 2026, however, I finally mentioned to my wife about a week ago what I had done and expressed regret that the surprise for her birthday had never materialized (British, materialised).

Lo, and behold! (as comedian Brother Dave Gardner used to say), today I was the one who got the surprise.

The letter arrived, nearly six months after Ellie's birthday.

It contained both Donald Trump's and Melania Trump's signatures, though they are indecipherable.

Better late than never, although I am tempted to say better never than this late.

At least it did finally arrive.

This is my third post of 2026 and my 2,319th since this blog began on September 28, 2007.

I know it's raining cats and dogs because I can see the poodles

I am not a big fan of rain, and right now, according to my Apple phone, North Georgia is in the middle of a "Flood Watch" that started yesterday and will last until at least this evening. The rain has been pouring down, upsetting everyone's plans (well, maybe not everyone's) and interfering with normal daily activities to the extent it can.

Things could be worse. We could live in Malibu, California, or Hong Kong where mudslides occur (I still remember the one in the film "The World Of Suzie Wong" unless my brain is playing tricks on me again). Speaking of California, the communities of Malibu and Pacific Palisades and Altadena in Los Angeles County could have used some of this wet stuff last year. Unfortunately, they burned to the ground because nearby reservoirs were empty.

Don't tell me to have a stiff upper lip, wear overshoes, and carry an umbrella. I might do that in an emergency but not as a part of daily existence. Places like Seattle and Jolly Olde England and the Amazon rain forest may be nice to visit, but I wouldn't want to live there.

I think I remember that the Olympia peninsula in the Pacific Northwest state of Washington receives more rain than any other part of the United States. Parts of Florida run a close second. When we lived in Palm Beach County for six years (I was with IBM in Boca Raton), one year we received 108 inches of rain. And Hillsborough County, where Tampa is, is called the lightning strike capital of the nation. In Florida, it may pour and pour, but half an hour later the sun is shining and the ground is dry because all of the water has been absorbed into the sand. Georgia, which has red clay, is not so fortunate. When deluges like the one we're currently getting come, the ground quickly becomes saturated and downright soggy. Any low, flat places flood quickly. Fortunately, we live near the top of a hill, so unless the rain comes down in such amounts that the tops of the mountains are covered and there is enough water to float Noah's Ark, I should and will stop complaining.

This is my second post of 2026 and my 2,318th post since this blog began on September 28, 2007.

2026 already???

Wasn't 1995 just yesterday?

No, dear heart, it was 31 years ago. Time has marched on without so much as a fare thee well.

Thirty-one years ago, Mrs. RWP (the lovely Ellie) and I had no grandchildren. Next month our oldest grandson will turn 30, we have six grandchildren in all, and we have three great-grandchildren.

Thirty-one years ago, I had never had a heart attack. Later this month I will be staring the thirtieth anniversary of my anterior myocardial infarction (AMI) in the face.

Thirty-one years ago, I thought my retirement from the corporate world was at least ten years away. However, due to unexpected spinoffs, outsourcings, and early retirement packages, I bid that world adieu at the age of 58. It doesn't seem possible, but I have been officially retired for more than a quarter of a century. More proof that I am, how you say, old.

I could go on and on, but I think I am depressing myself.

Here's hoping your 2026 is getting off to a good start. Already one of our longtime friends passed away at the age of 96 on New Year's Day. Nobody is guaranteed a single day more.

If you're alive and breathing and reading this post, have food on your table and a roof over your head, have shoes on your feet and a little money in the bank, count your blessings and quit your complaining. Instead, give thanks with a grateful heart.

The world is your oyster, at least for the moment.

We're not the only pebble on the beach

In the previous post when I said "I hope your Christmas, Hanukkah, Kwanzaa, et al was a good one and that the New Year will turn out to be one of your very best ever" I was not purposely overlooking all of the Hindus, Muslims, and Buddhists among my vast (yeah, right) reading audience. Never fear, I know you are out there somewhere and if by some chance one of you should run across this post some day, I hasten to add that I omitted your major holidays for a perfectly sound reason: This is December and they occur at other times of the year.

Let's do a little exploring.

Here's what Wikipedia has to say about Diwali:

"Dipavali (IAST: Dīpāvalī), commonly known as Diwali (/dɪˈwɑːliː/), is the Hindu festival of lights, with variations celebrated in other Indian religions such as Jainism and Sikhism. It symbolises the spiritual victory of Dharma over Adharma, light over darkness, good over evil, and knowledge over ignorance. Diwali is celebrated during the Hindu lunisolar months of Ashvin (according to the amanta tradition) and Kārtika – between mid-October and mid-November. The celebrations generally last five or six days.

"Diwali is connected to various religious events, deities and personalities, such as being the day Rama returned to his kingdom in Ayodhya with his wife Sita and his brother Lakshmana after defeating the demon king Ravana. It is also widely associated with Lakshmi, the goddess of prosperity, and Ganesha, the god of wisdom and the remover of obstacles. Other regional traditions connect the holiday to Vishnu, Krishna, Durga, Shiva, Kali, Hanuman, Kubera, Yama, Yami, Dhanvantari, or Vishvakarman."

So since Diwalie means festival of lights, is it the Hindi version of Hanukkah? In a word, no.

Moving right along, in Vietnam things get a bit complicated.

According to Wikipedia, "Tết (Vietnamese: [tet̚˧˦], chữ Hán: 節), short for Tết Nguyên Đán (chữ Hán: 節元旦; literally 'Feast of the first day') is the most important celebration in Vietnamese culture. Tết celebrates the arrival of spring based on the Vietnamese calendar and usually falls between late January and 20 February in the Gregorian calendar. Tết Nguyên Đán is not to be confused with Tết Trung Thu. "Tết" itself only means festival but it would generally refer to the Lunar New Year in Vietnamese, as it is often seen as the most important festival amongst the Vietnamese and the Vietnamese diaspora, with Tết Trung Thu regarded as the second-most important."

I never knew until just now that Vietnamese folks think Spring begins somewhere between late January and 20 February. Live and learn.

I know so little about other cultures. It is so interesting to be learning about some of them at this late date, by which I mean this late date in my life of 84.75 years, not this late date in 2025.

I don't want to strain your patience or your good will, so a discussion of other holidays such as Eid (which this year occurred back in June) will have to wait until another time.

So there you have it, my 70th post for the year 2025, tying the 70 posts I created in 2024. Back in the good old days of 2012 and 2008 this blog grew by over 200 posts per year.

Maybe it will again, but as my mother used to say, don't hold your breath.

Fast away the old year passes

In other years on this blog, the period between Christmas and the New Year has been devoted to certain esoteric but such intereting (to me) subjects as the music of Jonathan and Darlene Edwards (actually Paul Weston and Jo Stafford), Auld Lang Syne Festivals of my own creation, the highbrow operatic comedy of Anna Russell, and such like. If you have never heard of any of them, they are all at various places in the archives list in the sidebar and with a few strategically placed clicks here and there (concentrating on the months of December in each yer) could be experienced either again or for the first time. It's strictly up to you. I can't do all of the work. I'm old and feeble. You don't have to agree so readily.

This year I'm on a different tack. Having recently discussed herein the effect of the winter solstice on the amount of daylight and darkness at various latitudes on our planet, I was hit with the sudden urge to know just how long a day is on the other planets of our solar system plus Pluto, which used to be considered a planet but has been downgraded by those in the know to dwarf planet status.

So I looked it up.

Into my favorite (British: favourite) search engine I entered the phrase "the length of a day on each planet and Pluto" and with the kind assistance of AI received the following answer almost immediately:

"The length of a day on each planet and Pluto is as follows:

• Mercury: 58.6 Earth days
• Venus: 243 Earth days
• Earth: 23 hours, 56 minutes
• Mars: 24 hours, 37 minutes
• Jupiter: 9 hours, 55 minutes
• Saturn: 10 hours, 33 minutes
• Uranus: 17 hours, 14 minutes
• Neptune: 15 hours, 57 minutes
• Pluto: 6.4 Earth days (6 days, 9 hours, 36 minutes)"

(end of AI's contribution to this post, and with the exception of the rather clunky "is as follows" AI's contribution was, if true, extremely informative)

So now you know. By "length of a day" I meant how long it takes said heavenly body to complete one rotation on its axis. Some of the tilts of planetary axes from vertical are so staggering as to make one's head swim. You can look them up if you are of a mind to. The randomness of our nearest neighbors would seem to indicate that a heavenly toddler was playing with dreidels (a Jewish game using spinning tops for those who don't know) and leaving them scattered about at the end of play time.

The size of a planet and its nearness to or distance from the sun (one astronomical unit (AU) equals 93,000,000 miles) seem to have no effect whatsoever on the planet's characteristics. For instance, Mercury (closest to the sun) and Pluto (farthest from the sun) are approximately the same size but Mercury's day, in round figures, is slightly less than two months and Pluto's day is slightly less than one week. Who knew? A day on Earth lasts from January 1st to January 2nd. A day on Venus, which is almost the same size as Earth, lasts from January 1st to what we would call August 31st. And the largest planets (Jupiter, Saturn, Uranus, and Neptune) are veritable whirling dervishes. I wonder what centrifugal force feels like on a place so big that spins so fast.

I guess we'll never know, or maybe we (our species collectively) will know long after our generation has shuffled off this mortal coil.

My job here, as always, is to provoke your grey matter into wondering about things on your own and investigating the ramifications thereof to your heart's content.

In other words, my work here is finished.

At least for today.

I'm off to enjoy me some Jonathan and Darlene Edwards, Anna Russell insulting coloratura sopranos ("they have resonance where their brains ought to be"), Kenny G, the young Aretha Franklin, offkey musical saws, and (as Andy Griffith used to say) I don't know wha all, but the possibilities are endless.

One more post in the next five days will put this year's post count at 70, perhaps not as impressive as others (other years, other people) but pretty good for an old, feeble guy if I do say so myself.

I hope your Christmas, Hanukkah, Kwanzaa, et al was a good one and that the New Year will turn out to be one of your very best ever. We are looking forward to meeting a fourth great-grandchild in 2026.

Peace on earth, goodwill to men.

God knows we could use some.

Today is the winter solstice

...in earth's northern hemisphere and also in the southern hemisphere although it is probably called something else there. Maybe kylie in Sydney will enlighten us.

It is the day with the least amount of daylight all year (the "shortest day") in the northern hemisphere and the day with the most amount of sunlight all year (the "longest day") in the southern hemisphere. It is also the first day of winter in the northern hemisphere and the first day of summer in the southern hemisphere.

Just for the record, sunrise in Canton, Georgia, today occurred at 7:40AM and sunset occurred at 5:32PM, a daylight period of 9 hours, 52 minutes. Because earth's axis is tilted approximately 23 and a half degrees off vertical, sunrise and sunset times vary according to one's latitude on the planet. Since Atlanta is at 33.75 North latitude and Sydney is at 33.87 South latitude, one would expect Sydney's daylght hours to complement Atlanta's daylight hours, adding up to 24 hours, and one would be right. I checked. The sun rose at 5:41AM today in Sydney and it set at 8:06PM, a daylight period of 14 hours, 25 minutes. That Atlanta's daylight and Sydney's daylight on solstice day added together does not equal exactly 24 hours--it equals 24 hours, 17 minutes--can be attributed to minor differences in the two cities' distances above and below the equator. On winter solstice day, everybody north of the Arctic circle experienced 24 hours of darkness, and everybody south of the Antarctic Circle experienced 24 hours of daylight. On summer solstice day in June, the very opposite is true.

These fascinating/boring facts (pick one) have been brought to you by your intrepid correspondent, rhymeswithplague, and there's a lot more where that came from.

PS - I do apologize for ignoring Beethoven's birthday this year.