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16 December, 2012

Don't They Know It's the End of the World...?

Man! I looked up the discography for this tune (the title of the post is the song name in case you didn't recognize it). It seems like everyone from Anika to Lena Zavaroni and just about everybody in between – John Mellencamp, Susan Boyle, Dion, Herman's Hermits, Julie London, the Mills Brothers, Twiggy, and we can't forget Mike Wallace and the Caretakers, have all recorded Don't they know it's the end of the world. In fact, over 54 artists have recorded this. Of course Skeeter Davis kicked it all off in 1962 with her recording of this possibly prophetic standard. The artist I identify most with the song is Connie Francis. Oh yeh, she also recorded a version. I don't think many folks missed the opportunity to record it.

So, we're all just hanging around swilling the odd Belikin, waiting for the 21st to arrive, this coming Friday, and more specifically, 11:11 AM of that day. I'm going to go out on a limb here and say that the time is accurate and is Belize local time. So all you folks located somewhere other than the center of the Mayan universe, need to adjust your Timex's accordingly.

What's going to happen? Who knows? There's lots of prognosticators out there who have it on good authority (probably their own) as to exactly what's going to happen. In fact, I just looked up 'Dec. 21, 2012 What's Going to Happen?' on Google... It came back with 490,000,000 responses! Is that enough? Probably every one of them has a briefcase as well. That's a sure sign of a consultant in my former life.

Us? I think we'll be in the pool (assuming it's nice weather that day), looking up in the sky waiting for the mother ship to arrive, or some other sign or portent giving us a clue as to what's happening. That's probably a poor image of what we'll actually be doing.

If that was all we were doing, the mother ship may as well take us right then, because we just vegged out. I'm sure we'll be up to our usual routine, walking the doggies is always a good way to start the day. Then we have breakfast, probably meat pies from Vivie's. We do that two or three times a week. Then shower, dress, and uncover the pool, so it begins absorbing some of the sun's energy, so it's nice and warm for at least a couple of hours to be spent in the pool. That last may slip a bit, depending if something is discovered to have broken or malfunctioned overnight.

Any repairs needed stand a good chance of taking precedence over relaxation, in the short-term, of course. Eventually the pool will win out. And along with that, as we say down here, whatever projects are needed to be worked on, are completed or progress suspended at 11:00 AM anyway. It's usually only one project a day anyway, and 11:00 is always a good stopping point. In this case, especially so. That gives us time to get a cold one, encase it in a coozy (to help hold the cold in the bottle) and to get in the pool in anticipation of whatever might or might not occur (As good an excuse as any other that we could think of).

You can be sure that that day we probably won't be scheduling any major projects. About the only thing on the schedule is happy hour. We're planning on observing that ritual if nothing much occurs to deter our normal schedule.

Now you know. Of course, you can always go consult one of the 780,000,000 hits on Google when I typed in 'Who is the world's foremost expert on the Mayan end of the world prophecy'? Any one of them will be sure to steer you in the right path, I'm sure, and are probably willing to relieve you of whatever spare change and other cash you might have on hand. They probably take plastic too. I wonder if they prefer debit cards since they'd get their money right away?



2 comments:

Unknown said...

So is happy hour starting at 11 am this week just in case? At least that way we would get 11 minutes to unwind before the world ends.

Dave Rider said...

Hi Colleen,

No it's not. If this mortal coil ceases on time (11:11 AM) then we won't have to worry about it. If it doesn't then we have reason to be happy at happy hour.

Cheers,
Dave