A little more than fourteen years ago, I ventured out to the internetz and discovered an entire world of voices just as disgruntled as mine. I thought if they can do it, so can I. And one day I just started.
I didn’t pick Pi Day / Albert Einstein’s birthday on purpose. It was just the day I loosed my inner pyromaniac. Some days are bright, happy blazes, and others were full-blown five alarmers. Regardless, it’s been a slow burn for a long time.
The years have expanded the web’s depth and reach. And sharpened my resolve as I honed my voice.
In the last several year’s anniversary posts, I’ve hinted at my mother’s decline in health. She is now in an assisted living facility that is currently locked down to protect their frail and frightened charges. She has a cute little room, we call it her “Apartment,” on the end of a hall. It overlooks the back of the property, including a nice little garden. She can see the trees. She has always loved nature and gardening. Hopefully, she’ll make it through this scare and be able to enjoy both. She still remembers me, most of the time. I understand why dementia is called “The Long Goodbye.” Every time I see her, she is changed. She is diminishing, slowly evaporating before my eyes.
I visited as often as I could until the lockdown. Now it’s phone calls and dropping supplies off at the door. These are difficult days. The blog has suffered, along with other areas of my life. But I’m still active on the web in discussions I care about and contributing to other sites. I know the time will come when I sadly have too much time because my responsibilities to others have ended. Hopefully, we will still have enough free speech left that I can speak my mind here.
If you’re new to this dark little asteroid, you can check out the one post that started it all, plus all thirteen of the previous anniversary posts – The First, Year One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight, Nine, Ten, Eleven, Twelve, and Thirteen.
Many, many friends have been made and lost along the way. So many prayers said. So much support offered. Special thanks go out to Fausta for her continued friendship, and as always to The Anchoress, Elizabeth Scalia, my blog-mother. It’s all her fault. She continues to amaze and inspire me.
This never-ending media tantrum, which brought out the worst in all of us has gotten even more rotten. Let us pray as one for America’s future, protection from disease, domestic safety and sovereignty.
Thorin Oakenshield, the magical Boston Terrier, is now two years old. He rules our roost and charms everyone who crosses his path. Except certain men he doesn’t like the looks of. They must be Orcs in disguise.
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