The past couple of weeks have been a crazy roller coaster. I spent a week at my sister’s house, which was a physical challenge for me but I would absolutely do it again.
There’s so much going on, most I don’t have the right to share because it’s only peripherally my circus and monkeys. There have been moments of reprieve, like my sister finding a valid life insurance policy she didn’t know he’d purchased. A small one, enough to give her a few months’ breathing space before she has to sell the house. Selling the ho use isn’t optional for her, for both physical and financial reasons. She’s going through now to sort for sale, packing, etc. It’s a daunting task. We’re going to help as we can, but G and I have our limitations too, not to mention the four-hour round trip to help on my days off work.
Closer to home, life goes on. I’m still working and thankful for it. With all the political claptrap, I’m glad I didn’t retire. The current… what I’ll euphemistically call “political administration”… is systematically decimating all social programs. I’m not naive enough to believe Social Security or Medicare will survive their gleeful deconstruction. I’m planning to work for as long as physically able, and be grateful for what I can do.
As frightening and heartbreaking as things are, I know they won’t last forever. Facts of biology don’t aid and abet the longevity of an 80-year-old McDonalds-a-holic. I know his expiration date won’t put an end to all the garbage, but I’m hoping it’s the tipping point we desperately need to turn around for good. I may not live to see it. Here’s hoping my children and grandchildren do.