It’s the last day of January. The holidays are already a fuzzy memory. What did I do for Christmas? New Years? Um . . .
So far, 2022, despite the mellifluous sound of its numbers, has been a rotten SOB.
- Storms, storms, storms, with wind damage, roads collapsing, landslides and a lot of wet feet and wiping off the soggy dog. See earlier post.
- Much worse storms elsewhere in the country causing destruction from which it may take years to recover.
- Insane Covid numbers and some people still refusing to get vaccinated.
- My brother-in-law died. My friend’s sister died. My sister-in-law’s uncle died of Covid after that branch of the family’s Christmas celebration sent him and two others to the hospital. The others are okay now.
- Eight writing submissions have been rejected. (But two were accepted, so maybe that’s okay).
- A tumor on my dog’s hip was diagnosed as cancer and then not and then maybe. After a month of blood and ooze from the ugliest-looking bump ever–think blood sausage–it was surgically removed. Her heart nearly stopped under the anesthesia, but the doctor was able to bring her back to a safe pulse rate. Now she has a huge, oozy incision with drains and smaller cuts around it. She has been wearing the big collar, aka cone of shame, for over a month and will continue for at least two more weeks. We are $3,000 into this now, but she’s worth it. Annie will be 14 on Feb. 16. That’s 98 in dog years.
- My hot tub cover slipped while I was closing it one icy night and clobbered me in the head, giving me a headache and a two-inch cut from my hairline to my nose that just missed my eye. This led me into all kinds of dark thoughts about the danger of living alone.
- My annual doctor visit resulted in another pill to take and referrals to three different specialists. None of it is life-threatening, but it is all annoying and takes away from my writing time. Getting older is a drag, but there are still so many great things to do that I am not ready for the alternative.
So January has sucked, BUT there are good things.
- The cut on my forehead is healed and fading away. I did NOT get badly hurt by the hot tub cover. Since that incident, I have taken steps to make the cover much safer to deal with.
- Post-surgery, Annie and I may finally see the end of this oozy mess and get rid of the cone of shame.
- I have not gotten Covid. So far. With all my shots, if I do get it, I believe it won’t be too bad.
- My new air fryer arrived on Thursday and I’m having fun trying new things in it. It’s pretty slick. I welcome your recipes and suggestions.
- I am making great progress on my new novel, the sequel to Up Beaver Creek. Dare I confess that I love this book? I think you will, too.
- The bulbs are sprouting in my garden, which means spring is coming.
- I have wonderful friends, in-person and online. Annie does, too. She has more Facebook fans than I do, with over 100 reactions to my post about her surgery.
- A new episode of “The Gilded Age” will appear on HBOmax tonight.
- The tsunami that drifted over from Tonga Jan. 15 did not damage the Oregon Coast.
- I’m still here, writing by the fireplace, dog at my side, guitar and piano nearby, forest out the window. Two hummingbirds just hovered at the window. God is good.
Enough of me and mine. How has January been for you?
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2 thoughts on “We Survive January’s Storms and Carry On”
Yes, January has been a long and grueling month for me too. Possibly for most of us? And yet, and yet, I keep looking for the “yets” to get me through. Thank you for this hopeful note.
What good news for the last day of January: Annie survived her surgery and is recovering comfortably at home.
My good news is that I have moved into the larger apartment I was willing to wait for when I moved into Hacienda at the Canyon in November. Still two bedrooms (alas no visitors until covid goes away) but more space throughout.