A three-night vacation from Watford City found me in Fargo for some time with friends and family. And a bit of birthday time.
My 23rd birthday is today, Nov. 13, and I spent most of it on the road between Fargo and Watford. Oh, well. I squeezed in enough time with loved ones in Fargo to make this year something special, but I'm sitting on my couch in my bathrobe with an adult beverage and a ton of dirty laundry I'm not going to wash tonight.
I was glad for my Fargo time. This past week was pretty heavy, what with some recent happenings at work, in my personal life and the results of the presidential election results (but more so the first two).
Twenty-three doesn't feel different from 22; however, here is some perspective that sank in today: Both of my grandfathers were married at age 23. I feel as far from marriage as ever (and don't even get me started on children).
To relieve some recent stress and find more to do now that winter is coming, I've taken up my guitar again. I bought my instrument on my 20th birthday at Marguerite's Music (RIP) in Moorhead, Minn., and along with my mandolin and ukulele, I plan on doing string things this winter when it's too cold for a camera.
As for celebrating the unremarkable year of 23, my grandmother took the greatest initiative in my family, I might say. We went out to eat at Basie's Lounge in Fargo after two other places were packed full of people. Service was slow, but my steak and potato were decent. Plus I rarely see my grandmother, so that's great all by itself.
And of course, my buddies Pace, Grant and Nolan celebrated sufficiently with me in Fargo. Thanks, buds.
This week I'll pass six months since I accepted my job at the McKenzie County Farmer, which is proving to be an enjoyable job. Hard to believe it's almost been half a year since I started.
Quick (unsolicited) thoughts on the presidential election: Mr. Trump indeed deserves a chance to lead, as Mrs. Clinton said in her Nov. 9 concession speech, but Mr. Trump owes the same to the groups he marginalized and denigrated in his campaign. He will be the president of all Americans, not just straight, white, Christian men.
With that, I look forward to what his presidency will be bring. In no way are we bound for an apocalypse. Rather, the future is uncertain.
Not good. Not bad. Uncertain.
Lastly, a quote by Mrs. Clinton in her concession speech has stuck with me since I heard it. Regardless of your political leaning, I find it inspirational and encouraging:
"Many of you are at the beginning of your professional, public and political careers. You will have successes and setbacks too, but please, never stop believing that fighting for what's right is worth it."
I'll see what 23 brings. Maybe a wife. Or not.