The time has zipped by since my last time of writing – which was a confession really.
I had mentioned the day my emotions fell apart in a parking lot and that to my horror I had become this cranky yapping old lady mad at her hubby (for no valid reason)
Also mentioned at last writing was the scenario in which I believed I had been observed and quite likely overheard – several days later I actually chatted with that person and directly asked if I had been overheard.
I was prepared to humble myself and apologize for my lack of good behavior.
The answer came back as a no, I had not been heard.
At the time I experienced a release of tension, but it taught me a quick lesson in keeping my emotions in check and was a warning that I had too much stimulation going on and needed to watch my attitude.
Since that time months have passed, way more important events have taken place and now it is summer.
BC, Canada where I live, has moved past Phase One of the COVID-19 virus, where we were in isolation for two weeks. We were then freed to roam our neighborhood, learned how to online grocery shop, absorb daily news reports about new cases, deaths, recoveries and slowly began to adjust to daily life going nowhere but for walks, short drives and in our back yard.
Hubby and I created a fun couple of Pickleball videos: https://youtu.be/RkXlzOmsfaA
Phase Two came along and our bubble of people we were in physical contact with increased, shopping in grocery stores tentatively approached and we began to play singles Pickleball at the outside courts.
Slowly, we listened to the news a little less – still so concerned about what was happening in the world but needing mini breaks from the death tolls and numbers of cases.
Tragedy struck – beyond COVID – more death, violence, great grief, and anger – with it has come demonstrations, more violence, marches, speeches and a desire along with a hope that the brokenness within our world’s people can be healed.
It has been so sad and heartbreaking on so many levels.
Phase Three has been announced here – with it comes more freedom to move about, to travel within our province and to cautiously include even more people in our circle of contacts.
For hubby and me it means we are more active in the game of Pickleball, hubby is riding his bike adding miles and length of time out of the house – for fun, but to get a higher level of endurance and fitness.
Our fun adventure of retirement and adjusting to it has brought surprises and emotions far beyond that long ago one day parking lot melt-down.
Rather we are grateful to be healthy, safe, alive, living in the location we do – while we continue to care about what is happening in the rest of the world where COVID is still ravaging its way in and through other people’s lives.
This is a humbling time of life, being a senior citizen, looking forward to our retirement years, enjoying our daily life, yet grieving for the loss of life from the hand of others, and from a virus that can literally attack anyone, at any time.
Take care out there.
Here I sit, working an overnight job, with the available time to write. How great is that. I’m caring for an elderly gentleman, simply being nearby in case he needs anything through the night. For those who may have read my earlier posts of a month ago, I was finished doing my companion care employment.
Turns out I’m working again.
The photo above was taken while on a missions trip to Mexico in 2005. My husband Ross and I were with a team of approx 50 people and it was a whirlwind of activity. Since then I ended up in the same location several more times. I love the photo, the memories it stirs up of fun, sun, closeness, companionship, love, grief, sadness for others, shared experience and hardship.
It all added up to joy. Serving. Giving.
I’ve been in the restless stage of life, at least for me it is restless. I am seeking to link in a lot of loose ends of my life such as writing, painting (art/creativity), volunteering with Freedom Session – a 12 step faith based healing/discipleship/recovery ministry, keep growing as a woman – education/new job/new activities, etc….and then call it all a career.
Perhaps I simply need to call it my life.
But, here I am, past midnight getting all excited about so many possibilities of things to do (though by 7 tomorrow morning all I will want to do is hop into my bed) However, in all the planning (thinking) I’ve discovered there are a couple significant events taking place this year.
This year we will mark our 34th wedding anniversary…
This year I will turn 60…
This is amazing to me because I seem unable to relate to that fact. I just got used to saying I was 50, then admitting I was 55 and now suddenly 4 more years have passed me by. Then to top it off, I’ve been married nearly 34 years – how does that happen?
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