 |
| Michael (Spo), Randy and Pat 2014 |
We made it folks!
Now we start the countdown for Christmas 2025.
Doesn't it feel like each year we reach the goal of another Christmas only to begin the countdown for the next year?
This year with the return of Trump into office as president can you imagine what next year will be like? Quite frankly, I cannot imagine. Well, actually I can but I don't want to think about it.
Instead I want to think about nice occasions like our last Bloggerpalooza which took place TEN YEARS AGO in 2014. The photo at the beginning of this post was taken from that gathering that took place at my place of work in Lewes, Delaware. Pictured from left to right are Spo of Spo Reflections, Randy of Nebraska and Pat ("my Pat") of Hamilton, Ontario, Canada. Now just imagine where we will be ten years from now. Do you really think at 93 years old (that's how old I will be then years from now), I'll still be blogging? Right! I'll be blogging from the spirit world. One thing is probably for sure, Trump will still be dominating the news because he, and his enablers (the Congressional Republicans and HIS Supreme Court) will have figured out a way to keep him in office for life. I don't even want to think about that.
I hope you all had a wonderful and peaceful Christmas. I had a quiet one here. My widowed neighbor invited me over for Christmas dinner with his extended family (there were four cars in his driveway). I declined not because I don't like him (I do) but because I always feel like a skunk at a picnic when I have a meal with him and his extended family and friends. First of all they're all MAGA (we don't talk politics of course, we have that understanding), all straight and all family orientated. Zero in common except that we're neighbors and we watch out for each other since we're both widowed. I would like some of that turkey he was talking about. Maybe he'll have some leftovers he can offer me tomorrow or this weekend.
The next week is the week I hate the most of the year. There's nothing on TV. All a rehash of the past year with second string journalists (I watch MSNBC and CNN exclusively). I don't need a review of the past year. I know what happened. A disaster that I don't want to relieve through flashbacks. The week between Christmas and New Year's is always a Lost Week for me.
This year for the first time in a long time I am considering some serious resolutions. No more Trump rants. That's like pissing in the wind. Doesn't change anything except getting piss all over me. Also I'm going to continue working on controlling my spending habits. Since I'm not working at the hotel and don't have Bill's modest Social Security income for household expenses, I have to learn to live within my means. This year's trip to Palm Springs will be my last. Not only because I can't afford it anymore (I can't) but because I am not physically up to it. I just can't move around like I used to nor do I want to. I'm perfectly comfortable putzing around my own house here in southern coastal Delaware. I actually live in a resort. Time to enjoy my environs. I have everything I need here, except of course the love of my life Bill. Oh how I do continue to miss him. However, I am finally getting used to living by myself and quite frankly I am enjoying it. I continue to talk to Pat daily on FaceTime and stay in touch with my other friends via Zoom. I think I'll be quite comfortable here doing a slow fadeout over the years until I am no more. Oh maybe occasional visits from Pat but not like we used to do the last eleven years, every three months we would get together. Pat's quite comfortable at his new home in Hamilton, Ontario, Canada. Hopefully next year his K-1 VISA will be approved and we can get married but we don't have to live together to be in love and be husband and husband. Pat is the last love of my life, wherever we live and whether we live together or not. One thing is for certain, I will never live with anybody else except maybe Pat and that's not likely now. Oh I would like to have a pet but that isn't going to happen either. Not fair to the pet and a danger to me because I would probably trip over the pet eventually and end up in the hospital with a broken hip or worse.
That's the plan folks! Have a nice evening and a nice week at the end of the year where nothing is going on.
