Another April….

 Hard to believe that it’s been a whole year since I have written in here. Life in the country bubble has gone on as usual. One day is pretty much the same as the one before. I still have the weekly Book Club with the neighbor’s home-schooled kids, and that’s been very successful and worthwhile. Both for me and the kids. They are calling it the never-ending book club because they want it to last forever. 

Another generation has been added to our family tree, with the children of my cousins having babies now and making those cousins grandparents many times over. New faces at the kids’ table for holiday dinners. 

My husband planted tomatoes out in the garden last month, with the hopes that the armadillo population here doesn’t destroy the plants. The same goes for flowers we planted in parts of the yard. We should have just sprinkled wildflower seeds in the flowerbeds… the bluebonnets were vibrant and prolific this month. For two or three weeks every Spring, our fields fill up with wildflowers that are blindingly beautiful. Then the tall grasses take over, the wildflowers go to seed, and we hope for a colorful display the following year.

The virus circus has just about worn itself out. I still shake my head over the non-questioning attitude of the great majority of people in this world. Like lemmings into the sea, they all (or mostly all) went. Well, fine. People did what they thought was best at the time. But I have to wonder what they’re thinking now.

The current president and his administration continues to be an embarrassment (and a danger) to this country. I can’t even get upset with that man because he is not well, not lucid. And once again, I have to wonder what his voters think of him now.

And me. Life goes on. I am no longer fighting against this house and this property. I still love this house but I wish it were anywhere but here in this country bubble. My husband loves this property and is not ready to move. He is still teaching and isn’t ready to retire. He is doing what he loves and he is very good at it.

I had my 70th birthday this year. A hard number to grasp. Wasn’t I just 17? And 37? How did it all go by so quickly? Seven decades. I wish I could re-do a few of those decades. Hopefully, given the chance, I would make different choices. Better choices that wouldn’t be haunting me now. When I turned 40, my sister went into a tail-spin because I was “so old.”  I didn’t think I was old at 40, and I don’t even think I am old now. But still, that number is a bit scary. And my sister. She didn’t live to see her 60th birthday. I would do just about anything to have her back. The loss of her haunts me every day. Time does not heal all wounds. The wounds just get deeper, and they hurt all the more.