I knew it had been a long time since I added to my rather lengthy story but was surprised that it had been since May of last year. Many readers have asked when I was going to type out another installment but my answer and my intention was always that I was getting there.
To say it has been an interesting year is an understatement for all of us. Last year at this time I came down with COVID before the small rural hospital or actually anyone knew what it was. After two days of them doing nothing, trying to eat cold food with no taste or smell I pulled out the IV, got dressed and had Marshell take me home. On my way out the door of the hospital the idiot doctor yelled at me that I would probably die. I went home. Nice! No need to go back there again. So I have spent a year dealing with the after effects and being very busy.
Being busy was a great thing. Between the Ardmore Little Theater, plays, costumes and a lot of nice people I managed to keep going. I also had my little furniture painting business, a Board member of the Pauls Valley Library, a huge building/house to take care of and a family. How could I give up and sit in a chair and feel sorry for myself? How I got to 2022 from 1989 will start to unfold in the the new series of blogs starting next week.
If you are new to reading my stories it may be impossible to catch up as there are 244 of them. Some are good, some not as good as they could have been depending on my mood when I wrote them. We all want to look to the world as reasonable, sane people. It is one thing to tell a friend some big goof up in your life but to write it down on paper is a little daunting. Maybe my year off of writing and a year when maybe we all took a step back and made me look at things a little differently.
To my new readers, I started doing this back in 2015 when Marshell (my husband) and I took a trip to the East Coast. A lifelong friend suggested I write a blog. I asked what a blog was and the trip blog was a nightmare to do. Somehow in the one week trip that ended up being three weeks I missed doing a blog after I got home. The subject of the blog was hard to come up with. Needless to say it could not be about how to fix your computer, the thought of doing child-parenting tips or how to pick the right husband were definetly out of the question. The one subject I knew something about was me. For some odd reason I thought that I had been through enough different careers, husbands, places to live that maybe someone might find them interesting, learn something or just get a laugh out of the stupid antics or decisions I made.
So, next week I will begin where I left off. Maybe I quit writng because the subject was hard to write about. Sometime it is easier to write about good things not bad. To stop at this point everyone will miss the chance to marvel at the really hilarious situations, friends and child-parenting schemes I managed to do.
Since I always ended each blog with a little cliff hanger hopefully that will make you take a peek next week.
