Hello? Is anybody out there? Just making sure. After all, today is 12-21-12 — that much ballyhooed of dates when the world is expected to end in cataclysmic style.
But instead of feeling the universal wrath of falling meteorites raining upon us, we’re feeling a slight chill in the air, sitting here sipping from a steaming cup of hot coffee.
The hoopla stems from the end of a 5,125-year cycle known as the Long Count that is part of the Mayan calendar. And, until recently, no one knew of any other dates after 12-21-12 on that particular calendar.
A 2009 movie titled 2012 added to the hype with mammoth waves and disappearing cities. Add in documentaries, websites, visionaries and soothsayers and the hysteria gains momentum.
Now, Facebook friends wish each other ciao and exclaim their sarcastic glee at never having to do another load of laundry.
But we’ve got planes to catch, family and friends to see, gifts to give and receive, holidays to celebrate and a brand new year on the horizon.
We’re making our 2013 list and checking it twice to see if we can be a little more organized, lose a few more pounds and hit the jogging trail a little more frequently.
Oh wait. What’s that noise?
Never mind. Pecans are hitting the roof again from the overhanging pecan tree blowing in the northern winds.
Whew! For a second there, we wondered.
Wednesday night’s whipping winds made us think the Mayans might have missed the mark by two days. Yet there we were Thursday morning, picking up overturned trash cans, downed tree limbs and listening to the birds sing as the sun once again rose on the horizon.
But if, perchance, the world ends tonight, there are many around the world ready for it. Some 1,000 are in Mexico at a convention center in Merida on the Yucatan Peninsula a mere hour and a half away from the Mayan ruins at Chichen Itza waiting for a new era to dawn. Nearby hotels are reportedly booked up. In Russia, for a mere $1,500, you can get a spot in an underground bunker in central Moscow that even comes with a 50 percent discount if nothing happens. In Britain, Stonehenge is apparently the place to be.
We’ll be sipping hot coffee again on Saturday morning, reading our daily newspapers to catch up on when the next “end of the world” is predicted.
Maybe we should just go ahead and make this an annual event and use the “Day that the World Ends” as one for reflection and re-evaluation of what’s important.
But, wait, that might steal the thunder of New Year’s Eve.