Year Five

Starting our 5th year here in Windermere. The pandemic has receded from our collective minds, with a few people still wearing masks, the rest of us either fully up to date with Covid boosters or denying the need for either. The political chaos continues, the economy is either booming or a disaster, depending on one’s party affiliation. Grant and I muddle along. 

I can see big changes arriving to our lives this year. We are both slowing down which means we have to hurry up and do whatever we hope to do. Any desired trips or events need to be put in the “now or never” file. At the same time, we are facing the reality that some things are starting to move from our lives. Will we ride bike again? If not, they need to find new homes. Same for much of our camping gear. I am sad about this.

On the other hand, we are hale and hearty, with the now constant caveat, for our age. As my father said, we can still feed ourselves, and if when we get to the point we can’t, someone will step up to help. Maybe I won’t be so picky about my food by then. That’s one thing I think I’d hate about assisted living: eating other peoples’ choice of food all the time. Maybe I’ll be too gaga to care.

So the fifth year will be a year of many decisions. Some we want to make, some foisted on us by outside forces. We will survive.