Oh, happy birthday to me......

 

Sioux and I, this past fall, on our way home from a small holiday out of town....

Every 4 years, I share my birthday with the inauguration of the newly elected president of the U.S.  This year I had mixed feelings, happy as I am that Trump is out of the White House, Biden was not my choice, although I did vote for him.  When I was 21, I was finally able to vote, which was the year President Jimmy Carter was elected.  My first son was born that year.  My marriage was already in shambles, but hung on for another 3 years.  

It doesn't bother me that my birthday is eclipsed every 4 years to this event ~ both events are not my cup of tea.  This years inauguration was re-run all day apparently.  I didn't watch it all, just a few snippets of the parts I wanted to see.  Meh.  I'm not interested in the fanfare ~ it is what will happen in the years to come that interest me.  I did enjoy the clip of President Biden and his wife standing on the balcony watching the fireworks.   

I have been watching Restoration Home, which I found on You Tube.  It's set in the U.K. ~ a documentary of sorts where people (& not all of them are wealthy, although most are) buy a crumbly old historical building and then realize the darn thing is going to send them to the poor house in the restoration process.  The over all theme is how none of these people stay within their budgets.  But I enjoy the design and architecture, and the history behind these homes.  I certainly hope they receive a little help from the program, because all of them hit low points where they aren't sure they will be able to continue on.  The results are really fascinating though.  

All is well.  We so far have escaped Covid ~ it's a day by day thing.  Today we are healthy, but tomorrow is not guaranteed.  We're tired of being home most of the time ~ true of most people.  We still need to reschedule patients that *gasp* had the gall to go out of state, and haven't been back for at least 2 weeks.  Most just didn't think about it, some are disgruntled.  And I know that some don't tell us, because their time is just more important.  I have my second vaccination in 12 days, but it doesn't mean my life will change, it just gives me a little more confidence that if I am exposed, I won't be as sick.  

The anti-maskers are really becoming tiring.  We are all tired of the restrictions, but am I just a gullible soul?  I think they believe that there is no stopping the virus, and that eventually we will all come down with it ~ and if a few thousand people die, well, that is the price, right?  No matter ~ we want to go back to our lives as they were before March of 2020.  We don't care about your loved ones, your mother, father, aunt, grandmother, your spouse.  Let them die.........I find them evil and stupid.  If the doctors are begging us to wear a mask, does that mean nothing?  Science means nothing?  Will the Biden administration change any of these opinions?  I don't think so.

I'm tired of all the anger, the division, the outrage over it all.  At first I thought maybe people would learn to be kinder to each other.  Oh, was I wrong, and really wrong.  

Love, 365