Erm...happy anniversary?
How was the worst year of my life also the best year of my life?
I loved slowing down and shutting myself off from the rest of the world, I’m a loner.
March 13, 2020 was the last day Gary and I worked. We giddily agreed to use two weeks of our vacation time to do our part to “flatten the curve.”
We were actually kinda excited about a totally unplanned holiday where we’d stock up on all kinds of great food and weed and hide out from the world while it fixed itself.
Ha. Ha. Ha.
How ironic that today, on our one year anniversary of quarantine, Gary and I both got vaccination #2.
In two weeks, after literally a year in the house except for stealth runs at dawn for groceries and dog walks, we’re free.
Free!
But...free to do what, exactly.
The kids aren’t vaccinated yet so even though Gary and I are losing our minds missing them, we have to wait.
I’m not ready to be around people yet anyway.
Let me put it like this. I no longer want to be around people I don’t love.
I’m old, I no longer have to, it’s one of the perks.
So I’m not going to ever put myself in that position again.
Omg I’ve changed so much this year and so has Gary...it’s unbelievable.
Gary...where do I start?
Gary has long hair and a beard and always talks the liberal hippie talk but honestly, I felt like I suffered through four years of Donald alone. Gary watched sports on television 24/7, he’d watch sumo wrestling over MSNBC.
He got angry at me if I brought up politics and/or Donald.
“He’s not getting re-elected,” he’d say, blowing me off.
I’d grit my teeth in anger. I was beyond worried we were stuck with him forever. If you will recall, I predicted the insurrection.
Anyway...
Sometime during the pandemic, that all changed.
Yesterday, Gary and I had a spirited discussion about how much we like Nicole Wallace and Joy Reid, Chuck Todd not so much.
I never in a million years could have dreamed of this conversation a year ago.
It’s nuts! I fucking love it!
Not working agrees with Gary. He’s basically stress free these days and almost always in a good head. He’s out in the yard feeding and talking to the birds every day, and if not for missing the kids and the virus, his life is pretty damn swell.
In my world, I’ve become acutely aware of how fragile life is. One second you’re here...and then you’re not, and there are devastated people weeping at the loss.
And yeah I know that thinking about all this when I’m shut in the house with a deadly virus outside the door is insane but it’s hard to stop.
Twelve people I knew and interacted with closely died last year.
My brain still can’t wrap around it.
I look at Gary. We’re together fifty years. We’ve been through so much unbelievable bad shit it’s a miracle we’re together.
And now?
I wonder how I could possibly go on without him.
And yet, I know people who do it every day.
This year, man.
Mind boggling. Life changing.
I am going to make sure those changes are positive.
And really, what a great time to do that, huh. I’m at the beginning of my golden years, dammit, time to get started.
But first...disclaimer.
This post is not what I intended.
I was going to do an epic wrap up and recap the entire year.
And then I thought, ew, who the fuck wants to relive that.
I just wanted to write what I’m feeling today, with so much that has changed, and so much about to change for me personally.
I will write more about that in the coming days after I get certain people to take their fingers out of their ears and stop singing la la la every time I bring up the retirement word but yeah yeah yeah my paper clip haggling days are over.
This summer is gonna be 🔥🔥🔥
March 13, 2020 was the last day Gary and I worked. We giddily agreed to use two weeks of our vacation time to do our part to “flatten the curve.”
We were actually kinda excited about a totally unplanned holiday where we’d stock up on all kinds of great food and weed and hide out from the world while it fixed itself.
Ha. Ha. Ha.
How ironic that today, on our one year anniversary of quarantine, Gary and I both got vaccination #2.
In two weeks, after literally a year in the house except for stealth runs at dawn for groceries and dog walks, we’re free.
Free!
But...free to do what, exactly.
The kids aren’t vaccinated yet so even though Gary and I are losing our minds missing them, we have to wait.
I’m not ready to be around people yet anyway.
Let me put it like this. I no longer want to be around people I don’t love.
I’m old, I no longer have to, it’s one of the perks.
So I’m not going to ever put myself in that position again.
Omg I’ve changed so much this year and so has Gary...it’s unbelievable.
Gary...where do I start?
Gary has long hair and a beard and always talks the liberal hippie talk but honestly, I felt like I suffered through four years of Donald alone. Gary watched sports on television 24/7, he’d watch sumo wrestling over MSNBC.
He got angry at me if I brought up politics and/or Donald.
“He’s not getting re-elected,” he’d say, blowing me off.
I’d grit my teeth in anger. I was beyond worried we were stuck with him forever. If you will recall, I predicted the insurrection.
Anyway...
Sometime during the pandemic, that all changed.
Yesterday, Gary and I had a spirited discussion about how much we like Nicole Wallace and Joy Reid, Chuck Todd not so much.
I never in a million years could have dreamed of this conversation a year ago.
It’s nuts! I fucking love it!
Not working agrees with Gary. He’s basically stress free these days and almost always in a good head. He’s out in the yard feeding and talking to the birds every day, and if not for missing the kids and the virus, his life is pretty damn swell.
In my world, I’ve become acutely aware of how fragile life is. One second you’re here...and then you’re not, and there are devastated people weeping at the loss.
And yeah I know that thinking about all this when I’m shut in the house with a deadly virus outside the door is insane but it’s hard to stop.
Twelve people I knew and interacted with closely died last year.
My brain still can’t wrap around it.
I look at Gary. We’re together fifty years. We’ve been through so much unbelievable bad shit it’s a miracle we’re together.
And now?
I wonder how I could possibly go on without him.
And yet, I know people who do it every day.
This year, man.
Mind boggling. Life changing.
I am going to make sure those changes are positive.
And really, what a great time to do that, huh. I’m at the beginning of my golden years, dammit, time to get started.
But first...disclaimer.
This post is not what I intended.
I was going to do an epic wrap up and recap the entire year.
And then I thought, ew, who the fuck wants to relive that.
I just wanted to write what I’m feeling today, with so much that has changed, and so much about to change for me personally.
I will write more about that in the coming days after I get certain people to take their fingers out of their ears and stop singing la la la every time I bring up the retirement word but yeah yeah yeah my paper clip haggling days are over.
This summer is gonna be 🔥🔥🔥
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