It’s been a minute since I posted. Life has been… life. Some good, some bad. We’re still plugging along.
There’s no massive new crisis. My health is deteriorating. I can no longer sit at a normal desk to work, which is frustrating. My office has moved to the sofa. A hospital-style table serves as a desk. I can no longer hobble around the house without a cane, or some days a walker. It’s what it is. I’m grateful I can still work, drive, and more or less function. And I have both the cane and the walker when I need them, along with the motorized chair for anywhere out of the house.
The one thing I want to do that is difficult is nighttime photography. It’s about a five minute drive from our house to a spot that’s almost ideal for capturing the Milky Way. The drive isn’t a problem. Dealing with a tripod and other photography equipment, in the dark, when I have limited mobility at best…
That’s a problem.
Family drama has been on a low simmer for months now. I don’t think it ever goes away completely. If it did, I’d assume it was just playing possum, as my mom used to call it. I love my kids and grandkids, and do what I can to help. I’m more than I was when they were growing up, less than I want to be, which I assume is true for most people.
Pay no attention to the whiner behind the curtain.
So many people in the nation —
Scratch that.
So many people in the world are in a state of genuine crisis.
We live in privilege. Our grocery budget is literally whatever we want. Our bills are paid, on time. I get a thrill out of paying the bills, because I CAN pay them, and CAN pay them on time. For the majority of my life, that wasn’t the case.
Our home is safe and affordable, in a decent if low-key neighborhood. We have a good vehicle. I have a good job where I’m treated with respect. My husband is my best friend and a genuine life partner, something I used to believe only happened in fairy tales.
Like I said — privilege.
The chair in the photo was a yard-sale find from the weekend. We paid a whopping $10 for it, in like-new condition. I was shocked G bought it. I thought he was like Wednesday Addams: allergic to color. Who’d-a thunk?
The photo at the top of the post is from Colossal Cave Mountain Park in Vail (near Tucson.) I had a week’s vacation a couple of weeks ago – another privilege. No, privileges, plural: the vacation and the camera to take the photo. I even to get Thanksgiving and Christmas off this year. I can’t remember the last time I had holidays off.
That’s not even all the time I need to take off in the near future. I get so much paid vacation time in this job I forget to use it until HR emails and says… “Hey… you need to take some time off by XXX or lose it.”
Waving and nodding from upstate NY. I’ve taken a digital detox and am still struggling with the state of the world but cherish the glimpses of being human the blogosphere fosters. Be well friend and keep sharing ❤️
Thank you. I’m glad to hear from you again! Since I shredded my old FB account I rarely see my old friends from the blogosphere, which saddens me. I have FB again, albeit in a drastically slimmer version. I keep up with children and grandchildren and only a couple of other friends. I can’t search most of my friends because they’re (understandably) set to private.
Happy Turkey Day! Taking 5 from food stuff.
Privileged indeed, I feel you.
Hope your holiday season is lovely.
(will keep checking in, heh)