Last chance

This is the last day of 2021, heading into another year of unknown adventures. March of 2020, when we learned of the virus, seems such a long time ago. We have been asked to believe things only fiction writers have put in their books. Perhaps it's time to just go with the flow? I am sure we are all tired of this garbage floating around in our lives. On the eve of yet another year maybe it is time to stop fighting and just have a little faith in what will be. We will either survive or we won't. Happy New Year to my readers.

#22

For months the number 22 has come up in my mind and I always notice when I see it, for instance on my bedroom clock. I have been paying attention every month on the 22nd, expecting something unusually good to happen. So far nothing has. This morning I realized that the coming year in a couple of days will be 2022. Is it possible that could be what this feeling is all about? Curiosity took over and I looked up the number. It was no surprise to learn it is an angel number. I have never felt the number has negative energy connected to it, even though I still don't know exactly what it means. Like everything else I guess I will just have to wait to find out.

Just stop it

I think at 84 years old it is time to stop taking responsibility for other people's crap.  I believe I have always taken the blame for my parents having to get married. How stupid is that? It wasn't my fault they decided to screw around before they got married. I recently discovered that my mother didn't even use her legal name on the official papers. My second son followed suit and became a father of twins at age 19. His wife was pregnant when they got married. Then there was my daughter who was three months pregnant when she got married. That marriage lasted less than a year. Oh, I just remembered that my maternal grandmother had an affair and gave birth to a son while married to my grandfather. I guess everyone except me followed my mother and her mother. 

Anyway I am tired of taking responsibility for the decisions other people make. As of today December 24, 2021 I am not doing it anymore!

Water water

I live in a fairly small town. It seems that every other day I get a community call telling me the water will be shut off in different parts of town. I live a little East of the city limits and our water has been off all day. This is the second time in a week.It doesn't seem fair that we are expected to pay for water that is not coming our of our pipes. In my opinion if they would fix things right the first time this wouldn't keep happening. Many of the streets in town are torn up in addition to this problem.

Nice try

I have made two attempts to read, Far From the Maddening Crowd. It is a classic novel written by Thomas Hardy in 1874. The language may be English, but it is a chore to read. I have read a variety of books lately, but I will have to put this one aside.

Faith

This morning I am a little angry at things others have posted on Facebook. I have a friend, about the age of my two sons, who has been having a health problem. He had surgery, was placed in a medically induced coma, and although awake is not doing very well. His siblings agreed to transfer him to a Hospice unit. Now comes the part that is making me angry. Everyone except his sister believe he is on the verge of leaving this world. His sister is praying for a miracle and believes the situation is in God's hands now. I agree with her. He deserves a miracle!

In frustration I looked up Hospice. It is simply a more intense form of care. It does not mean death. There have been cases of people living for years.

Several years ago I sent this man a little statue of the Archangel Raphael because he was dealing with another health problem. Raphael is in charge of healing. I still ask him for help on occasion and believe he listens. Anyway, I am going along with the sister who is praying for a miracle. It is the time of year when miracles can happen. 

Watching me

I had a rather odd thing happen this morning. I had crocheted winter caps for my chiropractor and her staff. On my last appointment there were two staff. For some unknown reason I made four caps. I assumed there would be one extra. When I arrived at the office there was a new person working there, making the total caps needed to be four, not three. Now I am wondering who was looking over my shoulder? 

Done

So it's December 4th and I have my gifts purchased and wrapped and my cards signed and mailed. Monday I will deliver the cards for the residents of Good Sam. That's it for another year!

Breaking tradition

 I usually wait until the weekend following my birthday to put up Christmas decorations, but this year I finished the task on December 1st, the day before my birthday. The big break in tradition came when I decided not to put up a tree this year. For many years I have been collecting snowmen of all kinds and that is what I used to decorate. Putting up a tree just reminds me of the family members who don't even speak to me. Who needs that? So these are some of my snowmen. I hope you also enjoy them.