Posted in New Year's Eve

“…the audience was heavenly, but the traveling was hell…”

A #ThrowbackThursday post from 2016 to mark the new year…

As I’m waiting for my friend’s show to begin, I’m listening to Dan Fogelberg’s “Old Lang Syne”.

It’s one of those great songs that tells a story about a love that was and what became of the two lovers behind the song.  The woman marries an architect and obviously has a pretty good life.  The guy, clearly a musician, is still a musician but it’s hard to tell how successful he has been over the years.

A great song that truly resonates with New Year’s eve and really makes you think about “what might have been”.

Posted in writing

Describing 2020

A recent USA TODAY/Suffolk University Poll recently asked 1000 registered voters how they would describe the year 2020 in a single word. Twenty-three percent described it as “awful, terrible or horrible”. Five percent not only described it as “anxious, stressful and depressing” but also “OK, wonderful and good”.

I guess the best way to describe 2020 depends on what good or bad things did or didn’t happen to you in 2020. And I know a lot of bad things happened to a lot of people. People got sick. People lost their lives. People lost loved ones. People lost jobs. They lost homes. They lost businesses. Some had it all happen to them. I can empathize with many. I’ve been there. It just didn’t happen to me in 2020.

Personally for me, and fortunately my immediate family, 2020 was an okay year. That’s even with one of us coming down with the virus and me getting what I really thought was the virus (I had all the symptoms–fever, coughing, runny nose, headaches, worst of all chills (MAJOR chills) but I turned out to be negative and with some antibiotics, it’s like I wasn’t even sick). Was my 2020 perfect? No. Was it different? Yes and no. I was already working from home and we weren’t completely unfamiliar with schooling from home, since we had tried it in the past. We’ve had our glitches here and there, but we’ve overcome them. Do I miss going out? Going out where? I hardly went anywhere to begin with. I still go to the store once a week. That hasn’t changed. At the beginning of the pandemic when hair salons were closed I managed to give myself a mini-haircut, which I felt turned out better than the salon. As for my husband, I always cut his hair anyway, so that was no big deal. So we didn’t take a vacation. But it’s not my first year not ever taking a vacation. And we did take some day trips and still had a good time. So all was not lost.

Maybe my biggest complaint was not being able to see my autistic sister as much as I’d like. At the start of the pandemic I couldn’t see her at all. By late April I was able to visit with her and have lunch with her outside at her house. I think by Memorial Day or early June I was able to take her for a ride. But we have not been able to go into any stores or restaurants because she cannot wear a facemask. If this bothers my sister, she doesn’t say. She’s just happy to see me, go for a ride and get a McFlurry from McDonald’s. Then came Thanksgiving and everyone in her program went home for visits. And most of them brought back coronavirus. Fortunately, nobody in my sister’s house was affected. But it put a halt on anyone going home for Christmas. In the thirty-six years she has been alive, it was the first Christmas I was not with her. Was I sad? Yes. But I had been able to bring her gifts to her and I know from what the staff told me, my sister had a glorious time. I’m sure she was wondering why she couldn’t see me. And I know she doesn’t fully understand what is going on. And it’s not like I could talk to her on the phone or Zoom with her. But I will see her again soon. And we’ll go for our ride and get a McFlurry.

Despite all that changed for me or didn’t happen for me in 2020, I still consider it an okay year. Because next year could be worse. Or ten years from now may be worse. I actually already feel that 1998 was the worst year I’ve ever had. Or at least the last six months of that year. I can tell you that for me, 1998 tops 2020 BIG TIME in the bad category. It doesn’t even compare. But I’ve learned in the almost fifty years I’ve been alive that a year is what you make it. The year 1998 was a tough one for me, but I survived.

I remember only four years ago in 2016 when everyone was complaining about how it had been such a shitty year because all these celebrities had passed away. Yet Betty White was still alive. As of this writing there’s two days left to the year and, as far as I know, she’s still kicking.

And if you’re going to judge how well a year went based on how many celebrities died or didn’t die, then you have yet to live.

The year 2020 may have been pretty bad for many of us, but believe it or not, for many of us, the worst is yet to come.

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A Festivus For the Rest of Us

Grab your pole and air your grievances…it’s Festivus time!

This year I only have one grievance and that’s with people who refuse to wear facemasks.

It’s very simple.  A simple piece of cloth you wear over your mouth and nose will get you into just about anywhere. It will protect you. It will protect others.  Yet so many bitch about it.

Be glad you’re able to wear one and you’re able to go into stores because you’re able to wear one.

I know people who haven’t been able to go into a store, a restaurant, a salon, a gym, a post office, anywhere, since March because they aren’t able to wear a facemask. Those are the same people who are not able to go home this Christmas. Because many of them went home at Thanksgiving and brought the virus back to their group homes.

They are our most innocent and vulnerable population at the same time.

So bitch if you must about having to wear a facemask. But just be glad you have the ability to do so.