I haven’t posted a word since late May. Blame on this maelstrom year. It’s been one hell of a year, a year with unspeakable tragedies occurring more frequently than paydays it seems.
And then the natural disasters kicked in. In September Irma left her mark in our little town. We lost dozens of shingles and power for a few days. Other than that and a pool full of oak limbs and leaves, we did just fine. Our new roof should be on soon.
We tried to evacuate from Central Florida, but made it only 100 miles up I-95. There’s really nowhere to go when a hurricane takes aim at the entire state of Florida, and Irma would have been right behind us anyway. Lesson One: Don’t think about leaving and hunker down where we are safer.
Other than our Memorial Day farewell to our mountain home, our only other adventure was seeing the eclipse at 95 percent in South Georgia. We didn’t claim much summer joy this year.
This has been a year of losing friends, friends losing family and the passing of music icons and childhood favorites. It’s been a year when both of us had to deal with physical limitations and diminished health. Not surprisingly, by mid October my angry frustration had bubbled over into everything I touched.
Forthwith came Lesson Two: Let it go. Breathe. Live. Be grateful for every day. Summer’s gone, but autumn’s light is lovely too. And winter’s pretty damn nice in Florida.