Dec. 27

I really want this year to be over. It was stolen from me . I played by the rules, but I still lost. In this last year, I put my head down to sleep in Israel, Venice, Florida and Port Townsend, Washington. Every morning, in all of those places, I am thankful that I woke up,healthy. In a few days, I will be 86 years old. That is an astronomical age. I should  be knowledgeable  ,worldly,sophisticated ,brimming with wisdom. I am not any of those things. Instead, I am confused,unfocused and wary. I miss what is my normal. Will I ever have normal again. Do I even want to go back to what I thought was normal. What concerns me is that I am ok with my semi isolation. Am I turning into a recluse. Have I lost contact with what should be my normal. I have downsized my life. Any more downsizing and I will be living in a tent. And , I am ok with this. Aren’t you supposed to make resolutions at this time of year. What should mine be. I resolve to always wear my face mask. I resolve to social distance. The old making resolutions  idea seem trite. I am living in a bubble while people have lost their jobs,have no income, no health insurance. I am a lucky one. But it doesn’t make me feel good or secure, just frustrated  and vulnerable.

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04.07 | 08:10

I read the last page first too. It’s a family curse.

22.05 | 08:38

so glad youre here mom!

29.08 | 13:45

Don't quite know how this got to me but it was on the top line of my computer (not in email) But I really enjoyed it. I truly admire you.

31.07 | 07:02

Leona, do you have a date or a booked flight that you come back ?

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