I started this in April after losing my wife, Donie. I also enlarged the garden and set up a workshop in the basement. I really, really needed to find things to do. Has it helped? A little, not enough. I had never realized how much being able to tell Donie about what I had done or show her new photographs I had taken was so important to me.
I decided to start a blog that focused on my trips on the river, and other bodies of water, with lots of photographs that I would take. That together the words and pictures would express what I loved about being close to the water in the beauty of Gods great natural machine. However, in late April I had to take in my Mother and Aunt to live with me. Mom living alone seemed to go from one crisis to another. It developed that her basic medical issue was psychological, driving extreme reactions in her heart and blood pressure. My wifes death had apparently hit her very hard. So I could not drop everything to get out on the water as often as I had thought. This is life and I do accept it without any resentment. It has changed the composition and flavor of the blog.
I have always been very conservative and had a lifelong interest in American and world history. I live in the state of Massachusetts, which is a tough place for a conservative to live. Coming of age in the sixties culminating in attempting to get through my freshman year of college in 1969 gave me firm distaste for liberal politics and Democrats (otherwise known as the party of treason). Yes, I’m to the right of Attila the Hun. Bite Me.
My college career ended in part because I realized that I was not interested in continuing to spend my parents money for a Liberal Arts degree. The other more immediate event were the campus protests in the spring of 1970 when a minority of hippie, pot smoking physically dirty and smelly jerk-offs were allowed to form “Student Committees” that “demanded” the university cancel all remaining classes. And the school complied. So, screw me.
I entered the blue collar working world, and encountered Unions, but thats another story.
So here I am, age 61, widowed without my life partner and unemployed after forty plus years. Maybe if I can get my elder relations safely and happily settled out of the house I can go back to paddling down the river, happy and damp, snapping pictures of waterfowl
Job-wise I’m officially still looking, but brother is it dead in this state! If nothing comes up then I may emulate Travis McGee and take my retirement while I can still enjoy it. At least until the 2nd American Revolution holds tryouts.