The new year has nothing to do with perfect vision even though it will be called 2020. It, like all the other new year’s just sort of sounds funny. And like all New Year’s I will be good to remember to write the 2020 on my checks and other dated items—for a little while then will slip back to 2019. I will make no New Year Resolutions this year. I’ve learned from reviewing my past that I don’t have the willpower of a rabbit. Since I have no resolutions to make for the new year, I will share with my readers the following predictions for 2020. Here they are.

• President. Donald Trump, reelected.

• Donald Trump, impeached, again

• Mexican wall being built 24/7 from both ends.

• Oklahoma City replaces Chicago and Tulsa as most dangerous City in America.

• Francis Road fi nally declared impassable, closed due to lack of maintenance. Bernie Sanders resigns as U. S. Senator and moves to Soviet Russia.

• Walmart National Headquarters announces that they have no plans for a store in Allen.

• Al Gore pelted with fruit after making a global warming speech during a snowstorm in Florida.

• Nancy Pelosi succumbs to her 27th face lifting operation.

• Governor Stitt’s injuries from an arrow fired by Gov. Bill Anoatubby into Stitt’s hip prove not fatal.

• The Chickasaw Governor said he was ready to resume casino talks whenever he gets out of jail.

Yes, even though the year 2020 sounds odd, at least to me, we are stuck with it for another year. I know the New Year will be as always, eventful. I’m not looking forward to it as much as I should. I have two dental appointments up at the VA in January and February plus I must face the fact I am getting old. I’ll celebrate my 85th year in February. And as an added note I am the victim here of unintended consequences. My kids bought Pat and me a new rug for Christmas. During their installation of said rug I lost my computer mouse. All the time of my writing this story my wife has been obsessed with searching for it.

The first time I sat down and tried to write this my 6-year-old granddaughter Charlotte decided to see just how much and how long she could climb all over me, so I gave up the task. But I believe my wife has been worse than Charlotte. Now that I am trying again to write this thing my wife has decided to again search fruitlessly for this missing computer mouse. She is obsessed with her chore. She even chastised me for a lost pill she found under this chair. Now she has found two pens, two pennies and my lost fingernail clippers down there. But no mouse. I predict it will never be found. With everything looking so normal just let me wish each and all a Happy New Year. And don’t forget to go to Church this Sunday.

Wayne Bullard, DPh

waynebullard@sbcglobal.net