It’s been a rough year…for us all.
I have neglected so much this year, least of all this blog. To those who have come to follow me, read my words, and more, I apologize. I recognize that it may not be necessary, as we all go through our periods of inactivity, shutting down (a.k.a. depression), and general times of “what the hell is next?”
As I peruse a bit, I see that the site, and how to post has changed. Nothing seems the same, so I am on a bit of a learning curve (and will be), until I can jump in and get my feet wet.
This means this post, and the next few, will be a bit “old school,” and require reading. After all, it has always been my style to write words–and lots of them–and can be rather intimidated by the technology that helps me to communicate what is bouncing around in this tiny brain of mine.
Rather than go back to rehash much of anything since I last wrote, I may catch up with a few things here today, and start anew with the new year.
One of the biggest changes in my life this last couple of years was that I rescued a 10-year-old dachshund minpin named, “Honey.”
Honey came to me purely by serendipity, as I was not looking for a pet. It had been over 20 years since I had a creature living with me. The previous owner was going to put her down, and I looked at this neglected animal and was going to bring her home to get her back to “normal,” then find a good home for her. We all know how that works out. It was a done deal.
Honey is ill, however, and was diagnosed in August with congestive heart failure. We celebrated her “adoptaversy” on November 2nd, so we are coming up on 14 months together. However, her time is coming up much too quickly. She has good days and bad. We take it one-day-at-a-time, which is a constant reminder that is how we need to live life anyway.
So, here we all are, entering into 2021, with our stories to tell, and the stories we don’t want to read or tell ever again.
Stories do need to be told. Stories of all kinds.
One of my goals for 2021 is to resurrect the ways that I can share my thoughts…my stories. Hopefully, you will go along for the ride.
Perhaps, you will also be able to help me learn all these new-fangled bells and whistles that keep me from having the confidence to jump ahead.
Wishing you a gentle passage from 2020 to 2021. Be safe.