I am thinking of changing my blog name to
“My Next 20 Years of Living: A Year at a Time.”
I am slipping into the habit of posting only a few times a year! I often think maybe I should just close the blog down. I can see how it will all play out in my mind. Do a graceful exit speech ... you know ... taking a bow, wishing everyone well, throwing kisses to the crowd (if anyone is still out there reading - ha!), heading off to new but unidentified adventures, and drawing the curtains on this blog. Then I remember, when I started in 2010 I thought 20 years was forever into the future. But from where I am standing now - my “next 20 years” from 2010 takes me out to 2030. Wow, that is pretty darn close. It isn’t “forever.” And I will be 83 in 2030. 83! Hard to wrap my mind around that number. hmmm .... isn’t 83 the “new 63?” haha! Nope, not even I believe that.
So I talk myself out of quitting.
After all I still have things going on. My wonderful kids are in the prime of their lives. Professional and personal success. Living comfortably, raising an amazing new generation and just generally improving the world with their presence. I still have a life partner of 52 years and counting. Turns out he needs me now more than he did when we first married. (Its hard to express just how important vision is until you lose it.). Then there is Aja, our adult 'Covid Cat adoption.' God knows she keeps us amused and engaged. And I still have not knitted through ALLLL my yarn stash yet (which means - if that is a goal - I will need to live to 115!) Topping all that off, there is this amazing grand daughter in my life who is 3. Now that is one little human being who is going to change the world. If I live to be 115 - I might just get to see it.
Nope! Not quitting.
So what has been happening since July.
First off my darling, amusing and smart-as-a-whip grand daughter is a regular part of my life.
Here she is carrying her Minnie Mouse leather purse her father (my talented son) made for her. She thinks her dad can do anything (and I am hard pressed to disagree with her. 😁)