At times, I find myself being somewhat ungrateful for things and people who surround me. A few days ago, in my eyes, was just a normal day until I looked at the date. Twenty-five years ago on Nov. 9, 1989, the Berlin Wall was to be no more.
I am having trouble coming up with a topic to write about for this column. I mean, it’s not like my wild children don’t give me excellent material, what with all the jumping off the couches and standing on tables and general exuberance that out-exuberances anything I’ve ever seen.
This month has been busy. Like busy-busy. Like so busy there are days when I don’t stop until bed and even then I lie there thinking about what tasks I didn’t finish or what I can do to optimize the next day’s agenda.
I’ve heard millennials, those born between 1980 and 2000, are lazy and impatient, rude to their elders and more intent on scrolling through Facebook posts than communicating in any meaningful way with those around them.
And then I go to a Tuesday night Connections meeting.
Many were saddened at the passing of a delightful funny man last month, Robin Williams. How could this happen? How could someone who made millions happy all over the world be unhappy himself? I listened intently to what people were saying and speculating about the reasons why.