Happy New Year folks!
Here we go again, another year.
God, I hope this year is better than last year. And what a way to end last year with the death of universally beloved Betty White. I'm still sad over her passing although it was not to be unexpected, given her age. Betty was a force of goodness in a world too often divided by strife, anger, hate and violence. Not only man made violence but it seems as if the weather is against us.
I felt it was time to make a personalized video, giving face to the person behind these many blog postings of the past sixteen years. Yes, it HAS BEEN THAT LONG. One would think I would have gone viral by now but I doubt if I have even a hundred blog followers. Oh well, I always told myself my blog posting was my poor man's therapy for my mental state. And it has helped me. I writing provides relief for all my insecurities, anxieties, and rage. Over the years I have learned to tamp down my more extreme views lest I totally offend everyone but here I am, venting as usual.
Next month I will begin my second year of caregiver status for Bill, my partner/husband of fifty-seven years. We began our relationship where he was the father figure and I was the young, naive kid. Of course those roles have been reversed now. I'm the parent and Bill is the child. The flow of life. I am grateful that I am able to take care of Bill here in his home where he is most comfortable and secure.
This is the second year in a row I will miss my annual Palm Springs holiday with my good friend and buddy Pat of Hamilton, Canada. Pat and I stay in touch everyday via FaceTime and Zoom, which is great but I do sorely miss our quarterly get togethers and adventures in Canada, Philadelphia and Palm Springs. COVID and caregiving has me trapped. That's just the way it is. And again, I am thankful that I am able to take care of Bill here at our home.
It's time for Bill's daily ride now but before I go I want to wish all of you a happy and healthy New Year!