By Kathi Hill
Remember this time last year? I was innocently going to my monthly meetings, having friends over, going to restaurants, attending church with five hundred other people there, laughing, shaking hands, even hugging on occasion.
That all stopped in March.
Now, I am pretty much a stay at homer anyway. Partly due to all my physical issues and partly because I love to stay home. But I like the idea of going and coming as I please WITHOUT a durn mask. I feel like I’m gonna be robbed any minute.
And speaking of, isn’t this a great time to rob a bank? I mean, they wouldn’t suspect anything till it was too late. And who could identify you? Except, well, everyone still seems to know who I am, even if I don’t know who they are. Must be my hair. Who knows? But I reckon that’ll keep me on the straight and narrow.
2020 moved right along and here we are in 2021. Maybe the new vaccine will have us being back to “normal” by this time next year. I surely hope so.
2020 went out with a boom for us too. My 91 year old Mother fell and broke two bones in her forearm. Thank God it wasn’t a hip or a leg, and she is healing nicely.
I also was stunned by the death of a (used to be) co-worker on New Year’s Eve. She was two years younger than I. I know that’s not exactly middle aged, but whatever took her life must have been pretty sudden and unexpected.
You would think being stuck like we all have been; I’d have finished the novel I’m working on. But noooooo – I’ve made less progress on this one than I have any other book I’ve ever worked on (save one, which is still “on the shelf” for now). Between much of the time not being able to sit very long and other such life interruptions, I’ve been slower than a snail crossing the Atlantic without a boat.
At least I am making progress. It’s not writer’s block; it’s more like writer’s mood. I know much of what is to happen in the story line, so I’ll keep on trucking till it’s done.
But in all honesty, 2020 was a heck of lot better to me than 2019 was. I haven’t been bound to a wheel chair; I haven’t almost died and been in the hospital like I was in 2019.
We have a lot of positives for 2020 too. Husband built a lovely rock wall we have talked about for years. He also beefed up the flower bed it protects. We’ve been able to spend more time together as a family. We’ve been healthy. We aren’t any uglier for the most part.
So I reckon I can say 2020 was a pretty blessed year. After all, we’ve always had to take the bad with the good, and I suppose we always will.