I really liked the #SoCS topic today. I forgot to ping back but added that earlier then got back out so as not to break the rules. I still have anniversary brain and wanted to continue my commentary in a less stream way though truth be told my braining popping like popcorn in hot oil will still read similarly.
Despite the dark days of Rona, silver linings are everywhere. I saw that as I read through everyone’s posts. Still there is no ignoring the tragedy part of the pandemic. Said the girl whose family was spared. And perhaps since we fared well, I’ve got no room to talk yet I feel compelled.
Hint: “methinks thou dost protest too much”. While grateful for every single blessing, nothing is perfect. I kept mum about certain things in my dialed back let’s be less whiny on the blog shall we turned over new leaf. I don’t want to be that tired old broken record who people stop talking to because she’s hard to be around.
On October 30, 2006, our family was a victim to a random act of violence. Until 2020, I thought that was the worst thing that could happen to us. Not even close. In fact, worse things happened before 2006, I just forgot. You see by giving time, time, the memories softened. And worse has happened since Rona reared its ugly head. Things not related to Covid which gets all the blame anyway. As it should you bastard!! In self preservation mode, we’re all shell shocked. Even when those worldly events only indirectly (or even not at all) impact us.
I’m all Grey’s Anatomy, New Amsterdam, the Good Doctor, or any other made for TV medical show as I picture a patient in bed with heart monitoring thingy whatever it is called going beep, beep, beep. That’s life … one BIG heartbeat. Barely time to breathe before the next beat. As long as we don’t flatline, we’ll be a-okay. Until then, we roll with the punches. I’m actually looking forward to what’s next. Builds character. Just what Jilly needs, more character 🙂
As always, more to come.