Being “back” meant nothing to me apparently as I wrote nothing for months afterwards. Mere thoughtlessness was upon me. What to write? About what? Anything at all important? In the time since I've not even clicked on the Blogger.com icon to bring this page to me. Lazy? Sure, but that's not all. Getting older matters, and it matters a lot. I'm 79 years old and suffering through some loss of acuity and “brain fog”.
The Damned Pandemic
That is what it is, damned. We have been through nearly 3 years of Covid-19, and we are still alive and have never had any symptoms of it. The vaccines have been taken as they were introduced and made available at Kaiser. Masks have been worn anytime we thought there would be a crowd or a situation where we would be less than safe. We wear them at times, almost to a fault.
We have missed our annual trips to Lignieres, France, as we had been going there every year since 2001. 3 years without the France experience is more than a bit too long. Our home there will be mice infested, spiderweb strewn and dusty like Aunt Betty's attic. We will be cleaning for weeks! Worse yet is our car will be illegal to operate until it is given a “Controle' Technique”.
Too, we will be limited in visit time without a visa. Three month limit is strictly enforced. That makes for a very busy and less enjoyable overall experience. Lots to do and in less time to do it.
My son Michael, his wife, Sam, and their girl child Amelia aka Mimi have gotten the dreaded Covid-19. Aimee, Joe, Mac, Kaylee all got it. Our eastern-based component the Peelers, Andy, and our daughter Ashley escaped its clutches. Audrey in Phoenix stayed safe as well.
Bye for now!
