I was born in the year 1952. It was early in August.

If you had asked me when I was in my early teen years what I thought about the year 2000, I might have said something like: “2000? Wow. That’s a long ways off. That’s like way, way in the future. I’ll be really old if I make to 2000. Well, I’ll be 48 that year. That’s pretty old. Man, I can’t think about that. That’s too far off.”

In 1964 (I’ll do the arithmetic for you, that was the year I turned 12), the year 2000 was like something out of a science fiction story. We would have flying cars and household robots. Everything would be automated. People wouldn’t have to work anymore. It would be like paradise. All you had to do was go to Disneyland and look at the House of Tomorrow to know what it would be like.

And then here we are. It is almost 2022 and we have surpassed the year 2000 by almost 22 years. I’ll be 70 years old. Older than the younger me ever thought I’d be. It boggles my mind sometimes.

We are close to having flying cars. Robots aren’t exactly household fixtures, but they might be before long. And much about our lives has become automated.

But it’s not the rosy future predicted by Disney or some of the science fiction writers. But thankfully, it’s also not the future depicted by the apocalyptic writers of today. At least not yet.

And of course, there is Covid-19. Back in the 1960s, no one was predicting that.

2022 seems like a nice round number. If you add up all the digits in the date you get the number six. In numerology, six is associated with domestic happiness, harmony and stability.

That would be nice, wouldn’t it? Yeah, I could use a little of that.

And that’s my thought for the day.