Independence Day '22

Kick asked me why I stopped blogging and I'm not sure. It just was all too obvious, the misery and tragedy parade, accented often by shocks. We've had 22 years of PTSD. Does anyone want to hear what I have to say about it? I don't even want to hear myself.

 

But there are updates. Learning to deal with arthrtiis, diabetes, crazy neighbors, poverty, all the usual bs, was followed by a spider bite that put me in a hospital for 3 weeks last Fall. I'm still dealing with the aftereffects, but at least my hair stopped falling out... Now if I could have a competent aide, life will move right along. I just fired #15 since Alicia's departure. And she now has 2 toddlers, a 6 month old, an 18 year-old who just graduated HS, and a 20 year-old who moved to Mississippi.

 

Billy and Mia are still together in Retirementland, having just observed their 4th/52nd wedding anniversary. They are still supporting their son and his tribe, with a 3rd generation having arrived last year. They became very hardcore crazy Trumpers, which seems receding a bit now. With many health issues, they still seem pretty happy.  I keep my distance and love them from afar.

 

Kick and family are back in VT, north of here, though with gas prices it's hard to travel anywhere right now. The Muffinpants family sails ahead, damn the torpedoes. Plague also forges on, having at whatever strikes her fancy. Mrs. Levy has bought a house in the next town-with-a-theater up the road a piece. My southern relations have been thru some real bullshit, everything from Covid and heart failure to nonalcoholic cirrhosis and gender changing. My long-lost cousin is having the time of her life at 66. 3 boyfriends, lots of sex, travel, plans galore. I just adore her. 

The Herman movie is stalled. I have hopes it will be finished. Already 2 people interviewed for it have died. And tick tock, the time keeps going by.

 

Fecebook cancelled me last year, and it was a very good thing. I still waste time with Twitter, but it's much better than FB. Real life and the telephone has made a comeback, what with pre-Covid, Covid, and endemic Covid periods. I had 3 shots, and Covid. But it didn't do much to me, just like a headcold that exhausted me for a week. Not so for friends and relations, some of whom ended up in isolation in ICU. I'm grateful none of my nears and dears died, but the outer edges have had losses. Lots of deaths in the last couple years. I suppose the "Golden years" are full of death. Like the grandmother in the Evanovich books, the old ladies go to funerals to socialize. Joy.

I still have my bee and flutterby garden to bring me back to Earth.

 

I try to stay in a happy place and looking youthful.

I have missed blogging...

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