Blogaversary -- my 15th on October 24th -- Where have all the years gone?
I want to tell all of you how much I've come to appreciate getting to know you, along the way. As I've aged, I've mentioned in recent years how my once large family and wide number of friends here and across the country have been, surprisingly to me, dying in significantly increasing numbers. How very inconsiderate of them -- a thought with which most of them if still able would laughingly agree!
Never in my wildest imagination did I ever anticipate I would be deprived of the presence of so many in my life as has occurred with contemporaries and especially those younger than me. Somehow, though I knew differently on some level, I expected in my old age that most people in my life for whom I cared would be around at least as long as I was, especially my husband, or probably even longer.
After my husband died, I finally was able to begin participating more in some local interest groups to possibly form new friends filling the gap left by the death of the many friends I had acquired in moves about our country through the years. I was surprised to discover new social relationships did not evolve as readily as they had in my earlier years. Given the shortened remaining time in our lives can challenge building relationships. That said, I recall one older long gone friend once told me, there are no friends like old friends.
This proved to be true for socialization with any participants beyond the monthly meeting times of groups I joined, such as Night Writers, which ended several years ago. Then, as the years passed, most aging members, even much younger ones, began moving away, or had to devote more time to their loved one's needs, with a few developing serious medical issues, others dying.
In another example, some book club members I learned were caregivers of a spouse or another, and this outing was their only respite time, a situation with which I could identify. Others hardly had enough time and energy to sustain involvement with local family members, old long time friends, or those new ones they were developing in their nearby retirement community, so they regretted inability to predictably incorporate new people from outside their world into their lives. Couples circulated almost exclusively with other couples. All of this is understandable. I discovered other bloggers reports of encountering similar situations where they lived, thwarting their efforts to form a new local social network.
When I stopped my part time work at age 79, after a couple years some unexpected complications aging can bring began gradually slowing my activities, surprisingly to me at what I thought was my young age. Had I anticipated this I would have retired sooner, but life is unpredictable. Of course, like all of you, the pandemic has impacted my life, altering my situation somewhat more and my further socialization efforts as I continue living in place in my home.
Blogging, when I began, I had perceived from others was believed to offer a multitude of untapped benefits to many including opening the world to older people via the Internet, as well as providing an opportunity to participate in a community, especially for those who live alone or might not have family close by. This was a concept with which I agreed, though not necessarily thinking of blogging being that important to me at the time.
Little did I anticipate or realize that blogging would, in the years ahead for me, become much more significant in my social life. So, I genuinely and sincerely offer an inadequate "thank you", to every one of you for writing your entertaining, often informative, occasionally humorous blogs, taking the time to comment on my own conglomeration of thoughts, and offering the blogger community virtual friendship we all enjoy.
On to the current world in which I live .....
I had my annual medical examination with my doctor concluding I was still alive -- just as I thought. I received this year's protective flu injection. The end of this coming week I'll be the recipient of the Pfizer Booster jab in my other arm. Then, I'll be all shot up for however long all that lasts! ha
If you saw news reports or read about the "Bomb Cyclone and 'Atmospheric River'" lambasting California last week, that rain and storm was elsewhere, not where I live, just below SoCal's foothills. I did observe we received only a very limited, meager, dripping-off-my-house's-roof amount of rain.
Now, we actually have summer again for a few days with temperatures pushing into the eighties, to be followed soon by cooling into the seventies. There's even a hint (10% chance) of moisture for several days which will do little or nothing to lessen drought in our area, if the rain really arrives.
Never fear, I believe fall is still trying to come on the scene! A favorite song of mine seems appropriate here as I think of fall, my favorite season -- the spectacular colors of changing leaves from Aspens golden yellows to Maples rich rusts and deep reds, plus color variations from other trees and shrubs most observable at higher elevations than my own and more profoundly in other parts of our country where I once lived.
There was that memorable overwhelmingly colorful fall driving trip my husband and I made up the eastern Atlantic coast through states including New York, Vermont, New Hampshire, Maine, into Niagara Falls and Canada. This was my husband's birthday month as well as my own and others in my family.
I'm also reminded of Eva Cassidy whose vocal talents were just becoming recognized when she died much too early in her young life.
Autumn Leaves (official video)
Eva Cassidy & the London Symphony Orchestra
Then there were fall memories after our family was started, taking our children to a pumpkin patch at what was predominately a nut farm the rest of the year, near what was then called the San Diego Zoo Wild Animal Park, to make their selections for later carving. One pumpkin's flesh I made into a family favored pumpkin pie.
Many years later after I became a widow, fall trips to Michigan included visits to a cider farm reminding me of when as a young girl in Ohio we had an apple press from which we made our own cider a couple years.
Another year in Michigan, when my grandson was younger we had come full circle with a trip to a pumpkin farm that included more cider and a challenging walk through a corn stalk maze.
And then there's Halloween's ghosts and goblins along with the distributing and gathering of all those goodies!
Perhaps fall has special memories for you, too, and blogging has made your life more enjoyable.
Thanks again to one an all bloggers and especially those I've come to know here!