What was I up to in the New Year of 2022? One of the things I like about blogging is being able to look back on what I was doing, thinking and feeling.
A year ago to the date, I was returning home from Berkeley after taking care of my son post surgery.
AND my husband wasn’t answering the phone. I was worried about him. It turned out he was sick in bed with COVID. As sick as I have ever known him to be.
I took a Lyft home from the airport in Phoenix. The Lyft driver was not happy when he learned how far away I lived. I didn’t mean to be an inconvenience, you’d think drivers would want to pick up a long ride. But I think we are so far out, there’s not much of a chance for the driver to pick up any rides on the way back to Phoenix. Plus, he was going to be late picking his wife up after her work. I wondered why he accepted my ride in the first place?
In any case, I moved into our Casita and kept my husband isolated in our Master bedroom. (I heard master isn’t PC to use, but I really don’t care.)
I cooked him homemade chicken soup with onions, garlic and carrots. I carted it to the front porch and then called him to let him know food was waiting for him. This went on for several days.
When he was finally better, we went exploring and hiked the Sears-Kay Ruins. Then we went to hang out with friends who invited us over to watch football.
What were you up to a year ago? Do you find yourself doing many of the same things year after year?
This was Olive, checking out the Mulies from the bar in our living room.
Pretty much same routine, but I’m ok with that. I like my life.
That’s good. Stick with the routine because it works.
Can’t use the term ‘Master’ anymore for a bedroom? This is getting way more than ridiculous. I just read recently about a building at U.SC. not using the title ‘Field Studies’ because the term ‘Field ‘ goes back to Slavery.
I read that too. Some people have way too much time on their hands!
OMG, you’re talking my language. Larry and I are ridiculously predictable but can also be predictably spontaneous! It’s a good life. Hugs, C
I find it funny that we’re doing the exact same things year to year — but it feels new.