Here we are in the throes of finals for the semester. I admit defeat this semester. I’ve had difficulty with concentration again, so I’m asking my University for another break, and they graciously granted help.
This university has been remarkably helpful with my situation. I am doing everything within the rules, within the limits, but, of course, my situation stretches credulity.
As I see people sicken and even pass around me I cannot help but wonder what is going on. Is everyone as vulnerable and at a loss as I’ve been these past three years? These past 7 years?
I’m not trying to feel sorry for myself. We’re all in this hard life together. Covid has brought unprecedented measures to the world. Loss is everywhere. I am not alone.
Certainly I’ve had some earth-shaking events, some I haven’t been candid about here on Corgi Hollows. I begin to question when this will all quiet down.
I picked up a plaque at the thrift store this fall. It says “When does the simple life begin?”
Ha ha.
I hung it on the wall in the living room. I believe the answer is NEVER.
It’s rhetorical.
I’m beginning a new venture. I have a new appointment/job with a non-profit organization.
I am learning Chinese, thanks to my Chinese “son” whom we hosted 15 years ago. The new job will put my Chinese to use.
Blogging will become a happenstance thing from here on out. Check in once in awhile. I’m excited about this new path, and I see the hand of the Almighty in directing me. God is always good.
I never know when I’m filled with a yearning to write, so I may write even more! Sometimes having a safe structure in which to abide can be conducive to creativity. Sometimes the wild and crazy uncertainty twinged with melancholy sparks the creative juices to flow. For me it has been both.
Cherie finishes her degree here soon. She completed the November novel writing challenge, nanowrimo, as well as her coursework. Good for her!
Ed is plugging away at the most difficult classes of his program. Two more weeks.
Pray for us, still, please. We still need it.
God has blessed us with caring friends, those that recharge our batteries and understand our deepest sadness. I am grateful.
My dad continues to recover from his stroke. He’s doing so well. He’ll be 95 here in a flash!
Miss Yukichan is a delight. She is still learning and irritating her siblings. She is just so much fun, though. All the pets are healthy.
We are healthy. Blessings.
God bless you.
MARANATHA!!!