It may be years until the day
My dreams will match up with my pay.
"Mushaboom"
Feist
I have a feeling that I've used this quote before in the 300+ posts that preceded. As they say,. those that don't know their blog history are doomed to repeat it.
We have lived in this home for nearly 30 years, and it is starting to catch up to us. Routine maintenance has never been a strength -- home, auto, personal, or otherwise. Why do today what can be put off till tomorrow? Most aspects of the house predate us, all the way to 1978 when built. This year, we are splurging on new windows finally, our old ones almosr dry-rotted in places. Had a plumbing issue where a drain pipe cracked under the slab, and was leaking into the downstairs when we used water in the kitchen. The pipe had to be bypassed and rerouted, tearing out a big hunk of wall. The missus is talking about replacing all the toilets as well. When it drains, it pours.
Speaking of drains, my personal temple has had better days. Recurring bladder stones have resulted in procedures twice before, and now a more comprehensive look at the the causation is in order. No pain ever involved in the issue, but flow and voiding are a constant reminder that I am aging. Fatigue and forgetting why I went into a room also serve that function. Too much info, I know. Sorry.
My home away from home, the support group, has endured a major hiccup. Covid didn't help, but it was coming anyway. Attendance was consistently around 30 per meeting for the previous year, with many more young people. Along with the greater diversity and energy came more strong emotions and political views. In May, my successor as president was completely burned out from herding all these cats, and resigned without a replacement. I know that the job involves pleasing most everyone, and there is just no way to achieve that. Our parent organization took over the leadership, and finally found a member willing to take on some responsibilityas the face of the group. TransKentucky still exists in Zoom meetings, and might come out of the pandemic as a going concern, but it will look very different when IRL meetings can start up again. I doubt that I will return, but never say never.
I could get into the house that is my country, battered for four years by a tiny man in a big suit. But the rule of threes precludes me from beating this metaphor any longer, so I will stop there.
