I woke with the need to leave the last post of 2020; it has been a cruel year.
I wanted to start this year, with my need to return to exercising, I have not done more than a few steps whether the weather was good or bad, at present in Wisconsin we have had a new snow fall. So, I spent thirty-minutes on the treadmill. A small amount of time, however, for someone who has not been exercising that is quite a bit. In the building where I live they have a small fitness room. No, tiny, a treadmill and two exercise bikes fill the space. I remember when I came here eight years ago, a healthier me, I went to a gym and there was no need to utilize the space. This past year the “manager”, place signage on certain areas. One day I past the room and there on the door was a sign “FITNESS CENTER’”, I open the door, nope there was not another door leading to bigger and better equipment, just the tiny room. A source of humor for everyone, I believe that I may be the only one who uses the equipment. That was where my thoughts returned at 7:30 AM when I opened a book b Anne LaMotte and begin to walk. Age tried to kill this body in 2020, and being shut in for nine months would have killed the mind; but there was enough to write about to keep me going. I begin a battering of tests due to health matters; this can make for a difficult time mentally and physically.
It was a year of lies and controversy.
The possibility of a biblical apocalypse came upon us when “Locust” hit Africa. I expected it in the US but I guess it was not our time. Somewhere among several countries, fires were determined to destroy great masses of land. President Donald Trump was impeached! Covid-19 hit the US, and toilet paper begins to either be removed by stores or customers were hoarding. I do not know where the rumor that Covid gave one diarrhea, but a panic cleaned the store shelves of all paper products. I believe they were fighting over it in Wal-Mart. Let’s not forget the talk of “Demon Sperm”! Next, disinfectant, wipes, sanitizer could not be found, again hoarding. President Trump wanted to ban Tic Toc, but his life was spent on Twitter. If it could happen it did.
I am ready for 2020 to end; I fought health issues and survived a couple of serious surgeries. I am on the mend, I hope, and looking forward to 2021. I lost my four-legged companion, Mason; the hole in my heart will never fully mend. Yet, I have hopes for the future. I have a new pup coming into my life in January 2021; she will not take the place of my darling Mason. I hope she and I will become good friends, and I hope the love will grow. I want to finish a book I have started (second year), become healthy and enjoy my family and the country that I live in; I want to see Covid as a dim thought.
Have a great New Years Eve…be safe and my you all go into the new years with hope.
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